Kyoshi Samaritans

The Kyoshi Warriors had been called to help protect and bring order to Ba Sing Se after Long Feng's conspiring and manipulation. One would assume that this meant... Guard work. Patrols. Training. Things that were beneath the Fire Nation Princess.

But APPARENTLY, the Kyoshi Warriors were known for their generosity and helping the community, which was DEFINITELY beneath Azula! They'd been tasked with just... Meandering around the city. Socializing. "Helping."

Which would be bothersome enough if Azula WASN'T walking crowded streets, wearing nothing but face paint and tassels in her hair...

Mai was annoyed at the prospect of being a nudist. Ty Lee embraced it... Somehow... And Azula masked her feelings. She seemed calm and collected, but she was facing a level of humiliation that never faded!

Every jiggle of her breasts, every slap of her bare feet on stone-- And the stares! The stares, and jeers, and whistles! As if she couldn't here these filthy peasants lusting over her. It filled her with rage, humiliation, and more rage. But she couldn't show it. Couldn't lash out. Couldn't even hide her (formerly) private parts with her hands...

Instead, she... Helped the community.

She delivered messages. Helped find lost pets. Cleaned garbage. Was this infiltration or a prison sentence? But at least most prisoners had uniforms!

It came to a head when she passed by a restaurant of sorts.

"Excuse me, Miss Kyoshi Warrior!" An older man called. "My, you girls are a sight. I'm sure you're busy, but could you help me with these?" He requested, gesturing toward some crates of supplies.

"Of course..." Azula responded through gritted teeth. The indignities of physical labor...

The princess made her way toward the stack, though she'd grown oblivious to the amount of people staring. She'd only notice upon bending down, lifting the boxes... And flashing her tight, exposed holes to the entire street. Murmurs, laughter, cheers, whistles--!

Azula snapped. She span on her heel, eyes wide and cheeks as red as the fire forming in her hand! And just before she could scorch these fools...

"Hey there, SUKI..." Mai suddenly greeted while grabbing her wrist. "Need a hand with those?"

Azula froze. Looking at the crowd, then Mai's calm but stern face. And finally... She stifled a growl and pulled her hand away.

"Yes. I suppose I do."