Locker Room Meeting

She began to take off her leotard, showing her own bare upper body to Deepika. A few bruises shown on her body displayed proudly, "You don't have to get rid of it. I ain't never fought someone like you ever before. Heck, I like the change in character, makes you unique, like something takes over ya in a fight. People are like, don't get on her bad side. You are something special," she patted her on the shoulder, being mindful if she had bruises as well. Suddenly a thought came to mind.

"I got an odd idea, maybe we could tag team. I could do a goddess persona too, no mask either, just put some makeup on and undye my hair to my natural color and Bam! No more Aisha, hello..." she thought of a good goddess to do.

Like Aisha, Deepika was also undressing herself, shedding off article after article of clothing, also leaving herself bare, with only her metal thong that barely covered her private parts that remained. "Well, that sounds like a good idea. Though that's probably for a more gimmicky match, considering that everything is real in AFW now..."

Deepika would also check on her body to see if there were any bruise on that toned body of hers. While in her goddess persona, her muscles were more pronounced and detailed, thanks to her using make-up to add more details and contours all over her body. She also applied some kind of oil all over her body to give her physique some kind of gleam during a match.

The Indian woman would take a good look on Aisha's body and smirked. "My... aren't you pretty bold?" She said, deliberately ignoring the fact that she was unclothed herself.

"O' come on, crowd needs a change every once in awhile. Sometimes you need to have a bit more variety with it all. It'd be fun, plus I never get to play that kind of stuff. It'd be a way to unleash the beast. Plus I never get to work in tag teams at all, I've always wanted to," she turned around fully with her leotard fallen around her waist. Her eyes went a little wide, "Umm, you ain't hiding much either," she retorts, seeing what Kali wore, or what little she wore was now taken off. She couldn't help forming a small blush on her cheeks.

"I don't mind if well, ummm.... you don't mind."

Deepika's grin grew wider upon hearing Aisha's words. All the bruises on the pinkette's body, with most, if not all of them were her doing, made her look even more enticing. She would move closer to Aisha and start cupping her chin in a sensual manner.

"Oho? You don't mind, you say?" Deepika said as she would stare into the pinkette's eyes. "So... you don't mind if I do... this?" She said before she leaned forward to lock her lips against Aisha's own.

Aisha's eyes would widen, "What are you.." she doesn't get to finish as Deepika would cup her chin, then planting a solid kiss on her red lips. It came at a rather large surprise to the pinkette, not expecting such to happen. While not stopping her, she didn't at first add to it, unsure what to do. Thoughts came to mind, thinking of it to be somewhat of a nice sensation.

Deepika would pull back and look at Aisha's reaction. "What's the matter?" She asked. "You don't like it?" She would let go of Aisha's chin before lowering her hand. She would look into the pinkette's eyes, her own filled with concern.

"If you're uncomfortable with it, we can just stop and pretend this never happened," she reassured Aisha, hoping that she did not do something that could make things complicated between the two of them.

"No no, it's just that, I well, ummm," she stammered, a hand coming unconsciously to Deepika's and held her around the waist. She just didn't really know what to say with it all happening so fast.

"No, I, I like it," she finally says.

"Oh, so you actually like it, huh?" Deepika said, grinning. "Well, ain'tcha something else, girl?" The Indian woman then looked at the door of the locker room. "Still, we may as well stop for now since we're in a public place."

Then, she looked back at Aisha and grinned. "Or do you like doing this sort if thing in public, hmm?" She teased, ignoring the fact that she was the one who started it in the first place.

Aisha's blush reddened, "We could hit the showers ya know. Get ourselves a shower in there. No one would see us then, we'd have it all to ourselves," she said, coming closer to her The tips of their breasts began touching each other. It felt so right being close to her in such a way.

Seeing Aisha's sudden forwardness, Deepika couldn't help but blush as well, though the grin on her face remained. She could feel their bare breasts touching each other, which made the Indian woman all hot and bothered. "Well, if that's what you want, I don't have any problem with it..." Holding the pinkette's hand, she would lead her to the showers, where they would have it all to themselves. "Come on, then..."

The Indian woman smiled alluringly at Aisha. "Let's see what you got, girl..."