>>83717044Good, threads still here, so I can start over.
"Which nation has the prettiest women?" The question was odd to you. You doubted that you could give a decisive answer, nor did you care, as the question was honestly silly. But you would try to answer it anyway, as you had nothing better to do tonight.
You walked around the room in you briefs looking down a the girls who wore even less, nothing but chokers and cords.
You walked to Katara. You were Aang's age when you first saw her, years younger then she was then. But now she is the same age as she was, but you aged, no years older than her. You examined her.
To see the daughter of the Southern Water Tribes Chief Hakoda, to see Katara as youthful flesh and blood was now, disappointing. You had assumed that she would have been pure Inuit or American Samoan, and that the blue of her eyes were non-diegetic. You were wrong, here eyes were naturally blue, and a delightfully bright blue. And her facial structure was that of a mixed child, similar to but still different from yourself, and oddly like all others in this room. But that wasn't why you were disappointed. Nor was it that her breast were A-Cups, or her hips didn't have the curve that you liked. It was the fact that you're taste had changed. If you were still Aang's age and you were looking Katara in her state of undress and bondage you are certain that you would feel some swelling of lust. At least she cute, and you can see the beginnings of womanhood in the deer girl. Maybe after half a bottle of rum. Alas, you move on.
Toph Beifong, Katara's friend and ally, as well as the girl bound next to her. She baffles you. In Katar you saw a mix of Northern Native American, Ainu, and white Western European, you could make sense of that. But Toph's ancestral parallels were so infuriatingly subtle but unignorably present that she was the first you did a genetic test on. You thought maybe Chinese and British, given her mother's name, but you only got
