Bedroom Diplomacy: Azula’s Terms Are Non-Negotiable (Patreon)

Azula’s smirk didn’t falter as the three men cornered her in the chamber—did they truly believe numbers alone could unsettle a prodigy? Her fingers traced the edge of the bedpost, feigning vulnerability until the perfect moment to strike. "Three against one? How generous of you to even the odds." she purred, flames flickering at her fingertips. "But by all means… let’s see who tires first."