Asami stumbles through the doorway, a little nervous. It's her first time doing anything like this, after all. She closes the door behind her, grimacing at the loud jingle as the doorframe hits a dangling bell.

She looks around. Thankfully, the room's clear, there's just a young dark-haired girl smiling at her over the reception counter, politely waiting for her to approach.

"Miss Sato?" the girl enquires.

She approaches the desk, glances down at a badge on the girl's shoulder. Opal. Well, it's a nice enough name…

"Please, take a seat. The masseuse will be five minutes."

Get a massage, he'd said. It will help with the stress. Funny though, she's more stressed than ever waiting here, hoping nobody walks in.

What if the rumours are true? What if one can receive more than a massage at these places? Her cheeks burn a little at the thought, not that she'd ever let a stranger touch anything other than her back, of course. 'Massage parlour' indeed. Even the name sounds questionable.

She picks up a magazine and flicks through the pages. Oh how droll, she thinks, noticing the theme. 'Massage and its benefits'. Massage and you'. 'How massage changed my life'. Yes, yes. If you say so, she thinks, as she flips back to the front page of the thin booklet, reads the header… 'Massage Central'. She focuses on the girl on the front cover, tan skin, cocky smile, and taut, bronze arm muscles.

She subconsciously licks her lips, reminded of a similar high school crush she'd once had. Oh, the fun she'd had with that gorgeous, athletic girl… it was the first time she'd realised she wasn't particularly choosy when it came to men or women.

She's roused form her thoughts when the rear door opens, a balding man walks out, smiling from cheek to cheek, and politely bids farewell to the receptionist… Opal, wasn't it?

Work has been stressful lately. Sure. She's been pulling off seven-day working weeks, sometimes over fifteen hours a day. It's an important time though, the merger with cabcorp could make or break her company, and she has to read through every line of small print three times over, make sure that they're the predator, not the prey…

"Hey, you my next client?" a dark-skinned palm is held out towards her, open. She looks up, recognises the woman at once. It's the same face that she has on the magazine, currently held in her lap. She supposes Bolin wasn't kidding when he said this was a famed, though discreet parlour.

"I uh... yes. Asami." She reaches her hand out, returns the greeting. It's a firm, but friendly shake.

"I'm Korra. Your masseuse. Right this way, please."

Korra walks back through the open door, and she follows, suddenly very intrigued as to how this will play out.

"Okay… Asami." Korra flicks through a notepad, "I see this is your first time with us?"

She nods, mutely. Korra chuckles.

"Don't worry, whatever you've heard is probably bullshit."

Her eyes widen at the casual cuss word.

"Look. It's easy. I'll go around the back, you take your top off and lie face down right here…" Korra sweeps a hand over a bed, which has a padded, oval shape at one end for a person to lie their face into.

"You can remove your trousers too if you want, but it's optional. Just means I can't get to the good parts if you don't." Korra says this casually, then shrugs her shoulders, heads towards the back and pulls a sheet closed around her as she sits at her desk, "just give me a shout when you're ready."

Asami certainly hadn't been expecting such a gorgeous, devastatingly confident masseuse, let alone one literally oozing sex appeal. She bites her lip, tries to ignore the sudden heat flushing through her body, and removes her blouse. Bottoms optional, huh? She shrugs it off, decides to live for the day, and unbuttons her trousers, letting them fall.

"Do I need to take my bra off?" she says, louder than she meant to.

"Up to you, I can work better without one." Korra cheerfully shouts back.

She takes a deep breath, unclips her bra and deposits it with the rest of her clothes. Then, she stands on the step that seems to be purposefully placed at the foot of the table, and hoists herself onto the black leather surface, lying down and finding a comfortable position.

"O… Okay. Ready." She says, feeling a little foolish as she calls out from the oval hole at the end of the bed.

There's a sound of liquid slapping against skin, it's quite a lewd noise really, though she tries not to think on that. Then she feels a soft towel fall against the skin of her lower back and posterior, covering her upper thighs.

"All right. Your skin looks to be in great condition, so I'm using lavender and peppermint oil today, should give you a nice cooling effect."

She tries to nod, realise she can't, "Um, sounds good…"

"It will be."

She can hear the cockiness in the voice again... it causes a small throb between her thighs. Before she can question to herself why that happened, she feels warm, firm hands squeeze into her shoulders, working oil into skin, and the small pulse she felt but a moment ago suddenly bursts into something far more intense… she bites her lips to prevent a moan.

God, is it supposed to feel this good? She asks herself, steeling her body, trying to hold back her unexpected reaction to Korra's touch.

"Hey, relax. I can only undo your knots if you don't tense up."

"Sorry. This is new is all," she says. It seems a perfectly reasonable explanation. She forces her body to soften, and welcomes Korra's fingers as they push into her skin, digging into her muscle and sinew. It hurts, sometimes, but mainly, it feels good. Too good.

Korra's thumbs trail down her spine, firmly pressing. It takes every ounce of her willpower to be able to both relax, and restrain herself from arching back into the touch. Her mind soon wanders… she's thinking about those hands against other parts of her body. She hasn't thought about sex for months, her entire life has been about work… but suddenly, it's all she can think about. Those fingers, sliding down her torso, instead of her back… sliding all the way down, until a finger slips over her…

"You okay down there?" Korra asks, as the skilled digits continue to torment her.

"I am… uh, fine. This is… nice." She says, acutely aware that she sounds flustered.

"Well… if you need me to stop, just say so. You have a lot of knots."

"mmhmm." Is all she can manage, as one of said knots falls prey to Korra's knuckles, digging deeply, forcing it to untangle. Again, it's a mix of pain and pleasure, not at all what she was expecting. She's fairly sure that her underwear's getting damp, and hopes beyond hope that it isn't visible. But then again, there's a towel there protecting her modesty, so she's safe. She hopes.

Korra continues, attacking every tense part of her body, until eventually she feels like a puddle of jelly, and isn't even sure if she'll be able to stand. She'd rather sleep, right here… right now… so relaxed…

She opens her eyes, surprised to hear the sound of a radio.

"Uh, hello?" she asks.

"Oh hey, snorer." Korra chuckles, "You can get up now. I won't see, I'm at the back."

"Snorer? What?" She's confused, and starts to lift herself off the leather bed, feeling disorientated.

"You've been asleep a good two hours. Bolin warned me that might happen, but he said don't worry, your evening's been freed up."

It's a lot to digest, finding out you've just lost two hours and apparently also have the evening off, but perhaps more importantly…

"Wait, you know him?"

"He's a regular. But yeah, known him since primary school. You dressed yet?"

"Umm, no, give me a moment." She says, rapidly putting her bra, blouse and trousers back on.

"Okay, done."

"Great." Korra declares, pulling back the modesty curtain, "So, how're you feeling?"

"Um… better than I have in a long time, actually…" she says. It's truthful.

Korra folds her arms, leans against the wall.

"Bolin also told me that you like steak. Is that true?"

Her belly grumbles at the thought, "Yes…"

"I'm free the rest of the day, and I know a great place. Wanna join me?" Korra asks, with that damn cocky grin again.

Well, the woman's practically made her orgasm just through a massage, so what can it hurt? Asami's feeling no hesitation at all when she answers, even though she knows Bolin probably set this whole thing up.

"Definitely."