The morning after (Bad Ending)

Korra awoke in her bed, having dressed herself in her more traditional water tribe furs. Tenzin stood above her. "We need to talk."

Korra was humiliated, to say the least. "Tenzin, I swear none of this was intentional! I'm not trying to show off for the whole city!"

Tenzin wasn't buying her story. Having listened to the radio, he'd heard reports all night of his prized pupil, the most important person in the world, putting on a strip show at halftime for a pro-bending match, then making a daring escape through a sewer. Tenzin came home that night to his very concerned wife, ranting that his student washed ashore completely nude. Korra couldn't lie, it didn't look good. "Korra, you need to be taking your Avatar status more seriously. Even if this was an accident, which I am nit inclined to believe, you still should never have stooped down to being some scantily clad 'ring girl' for pro-bending. The Avatar isn't some half witted dropout, taking on odd jobs with no regard for her dignity. You're the sacred guardian of this world, Korra. You're better than this."

Korra winced, huddling up in her familiar furs. Tenzins reprimands hurt, but she was grateful to be back in his presence, and to be fully clothed. "Tenzin, I'm so sorry, I thought that the ring girl act would be something fun, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I've humiliated myself, and I've disappointed you. Please, forgive me." Tenzin let out a deep sigh. "Of course I forgive you, Korra. Just, please go to your room for a bit. I need some time to clear the air with the newspapers."

Korra paced around her room, trying to **** her mind past her humiliation. All that went through her mind were flashing cameras, jeering crowds, and newspapers printing. She was sure, she would never live this down.