Of course you'll be her pick!

“Of course I’ll be your pick!” you almost scream out, such is your excitement to say yes.

“Terrific!” Sasha squeaks, delighted, before she wraps you up in a hug, using it to grope you a little more, not that you are complaining. At least not until she finally breaks away, and you let out a little whine.

“...So what now?”, you ask.

“Now?” Sasha speaks while pulling out a phone, tapping away at it as she continues to talk. “Right now, you should probably get some proper rest and relaxation. So, as your superior, I order you to take a shower!” she smiles, continuing on, “But you’re probably talking about the tournament. Well, actually, I’m the last to submit my entry, so *tap* now that that’s done, it shouldn’t be long at all before everything’s sorted! Now, go get that shower why don’t ya.”

“Yes, Sasha...” You turn to walk off, before realizing something. “Uh...where is it?”, you laugh, feeling more than a little silly.

Sasha returns the laugh before pointing over to a nearby door. “Just over there. Everything you need for a good rinse should be there, but if you’re missing anything, just gimme a shout and I’ll see what I can do to help.”

“And what if I want you in the shower?” you can't resist teasing, a grin forming as you look at her.

“Haa~” Sasha laugh sounds a little more breathless as she lets it linger in the air for a few seconds before replying. “While I would love to make sure you are absolutely soaking wet, I’ve got to keep an eye on this," she waves her phone, "Like I said, things could move real fast.”

“Aww, okay~” you sigh sadly, strolling in the direction of the shower. “Be back soon~” You sway, making your way through the door.