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[ Hei's weapon hits the battered coffee-table with a thud. Despite himself, he leans forward. Stares at the feed until his vision blurs. Korra's starfishing hand is the only dark thing on the pale triangle between her thighs. He watches her stroke herself. Watches the play of expressions across her face; eyes hazy, soft lips parted for air, hair fanned dark on the sheets. It's too unexpected to be arousing. At first. From what he's noticed, she consigns those activities mostly to the shower. Unless... ]

[ Of course. ]

[ His inner-performer gauges the scene with a dispassionate eye. By now, it's an understood fact that she knows about the cameras. He'd expected her to shriek at him. To say it was dehumanizing, being on display, monitored 24-7, like an animal in the zoo. What he wasn't expecting was a live show. Except it isn't about him, is it? This is almost a silent message. A reassertion of control -- over her body, if not her environment. ]

[ Watch and yearn. ]