Sleepover

"You're right, this is my house. Did you think I'd just drop you off at Air Temple Island like this? I'm sure you'd rather not get a lecture from Tenzin quite yet."

Asami was right, the last person Korra wanted to see right now was Tenzin. He was judgemental enough of pro-bending, if he saw her like this, in front of all those people, then there would be no way the Avatar would make it off Air Temple Island again.

"Thanks, Asami. I mean it, I seriously owe you one."

Asami giggled. "Don't mention it. Now come on, I'll have the servants draw you a bath."

Korra found the Sato household's servants a bit overbearing, and particularly handsy when escorting her to the bath, but she couldn't argue with the results. A tower of bubbles over her head, covering her head to toe, a nice warm water, and plenty of steam was enough to calm Korra's nerves, and take her mind off the hundreds of jeering eyes and flashing cameras.

Cameras. Shoot. Just like that, Korra cringed at the thought of what would happen tomorrow, the Avatar's bare body on display for anyone who buys a newspaper. She was as good as dead, who would take her seriously now? But her worried thoughts stopped short once Asami entered the room.

"Enjoying the bath, ring girl?" Asami chuckled. Korra flushed red. "It's great, thank you, Asami. Though I, uh, wouldn't mind some privacy." Asami scoffed. "Come on, it's not like I haven't seen it before. Besides, I do believe you owe me one."

Korra gave a confused look, but any thoughts of confusion were immediately overwhelmed as she watched Asami slowly unzip her coat, revealing a lack of garments underneath. She kicked her pants to the ground, completely baring herself to Korra. "Mind if I join you?"