Sakura Matou vs. Rose - Of Human Bondage

Even Thorn was a tad confused by her partner's actions, looking on askance, head tilted, as she watched the redhead roll out of the ring. An odd tactic if she wanted to win the match, especially now that so many delectable options were available.

Rose, however, saw this match going one of two ways. She could either beat and batter Sakura about the room, overpower her and dominate in a brutal fashion, or she could do so in a slower, more pleasing way that had them sliding into their natural roles. She was prepared to go the former way, but wanted to explore the latter if the possibility presented itself. Her inkling told her that this woman was different. Special. But how special? Was she willing to play?

Yes.

Thorn’s look turned from confusion to curiosity, leaning over the ropes and looking on as Sakura made her way out, following her opponent’s command. She knelt as if it were her natural state, and Rose was pleased to see that she even had her eyes cast downward, staring a hole into the floor. It would’ve been all too simple for her to end the match, here and now, with a crushing kick to the back of her head. This was trust, and receiving that trust meant that Sakura wasn’t the only one here with hardened nipples.

She looked down at Sakura for a moment, then reached down to slid a single finger under the woman’s chin. She lifted her chin and forced her to look, wanting the slave to see the look on her face - cold, calm, controlled, a goddess inspecting one of her subjects, letting her look up at greatness as a gift. Her only break with a hinted smirk, before she pulled the finger away and pushed Sakura’s head back to its original position.

”Good. Acceptable.” She began to stroll around Sakura with slow, heavy steps, letting her heels click on the floor each time, a noise that echoed around the room. ”There’s potential in you, pet. More than you might even realize. You could be of service to me, and in that service, I could give you a pleasure you scarcely imagine...but you have to be worthy of it.” She ran her fingers through Sakura’s hair as she strutted behind her, gently at first, before she gave it a sharp tug to force her gaze upward again. “So let’s see if you can convince me.”

Releasing Sakura’s hair, Rose made her way over to the wall and once again inspected the tools, this time running her fingers over the bevy of handcuffs on display. ”I need a moment to think, pet. Use that time wisely - my boots could use a slight cleaning, and your tongue will suffice.”