You Play Coy

"Disappoint you?" - You ask this stranger in your room as you arch a brow and smirk.

“And how exactly would that happen?” - You add.

Then, as a second thought, you checked whether the door was closed behind you and you were all alone with this woman. Luckily, the masked attendant hadn’t stuck around for a tip.

“Looking for help? You won’t find any. You can consider me your personal welcoming committee, if not exactly an official one.” She slipped off the bed and moved towards you with every bit of the continued feline confidence, even as she was speaking, amused at your lack of self-assurance when confronted with a strange yet beautiful woman in your room.

“Welcome to Erofights City and the Discordia Hotel. While the primary competitions occur in the ‘official’ rings, it’s good to know if people have what it takes to compete at all.”

Having reached where you stood, still gawking and watching, she reached out; a hand pressed against your firm chest, “Not that I expect you to fail TOO badly that is.” - She purred with a breathy sound.

Of course, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t know what the point was if you didn’t think you could compete. As her hand touched your chest through the shirt you wore, you shifted gears and stepped in closer still, narrowing the gap between you both and leaning in for a bold kiss against her lips, though it was quickly clear that she consented as her lips parted and your tongues began the joust, the initial shots being fired orally in this introductory competition.