A Stern Talking To (Asami Ending)

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. As if that was enough to work through, he awoke the next morning to stories of the Avatar streaking through downtown and posing for pictures, only to then find said Avatar wash up completely nude on his front door. 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 relaxed, finally in her own bed again. She bundles up under the covers, trying to sleep away her humiliation. She heard a knock on the door, and gave permission to enter without looking.

"Quite a story they types out, huh, ring girl?" Korra perked up. Oh, great. Asami was there, holding the latest paper on the Avatar's exhibitionist phase, a picture of her naked body plastered on the front page. Korra groaned, laying down to go back to sleep, before the image fully processed in her mind. That newspaper was all Asami was wearing.

She shot Korra a grin, unwrapping the paper from her nude figure and crumpling it up into a ball. "Can't let you have all the fun."