Sex and Violence (For Kaz)

"I see," Kuro replied with an understanding nod. "The strongest and toughest... It used to be like that for me back in my school days," she sighed. "Eventually, I kinda grew tired of it, I guess."

Perhaps because there was so much pressure to be in the top. Taking down the top fighters, and then maintaining your position, there's no real end to it until you quit. Then there's also maintaining your comrades. She gave her gang's leadership to Kumi partly for that reason as well. There's a different thrill in still being feared despite staying out of the spotlights for the most part. It suited Kuro better. To be not considered as a major threat and exist longer rather than being on top and have everyone else gunning at you. Some people could take that, but not her.

"For now, I'm just trying to have fun while being here. Being the best and all of that was soo in the past."

"Not even so much being the best - I just love a good challenge." She slid over to the fridge and popped out another Red Bull, offering one to Kurohime as well. "To me, it's...a good fight, a really good fight, is almost as good as sex. Maybe even better, in a few ways. I don't even mind losing so much, so long as I get something real from it."

"Yeah, I can relate to that," Kuro smiled, taking the Red Bull from Carmen.

With the dishes done, she walked towards the living room, resting herself on the couch. Kuro opened the drink and took a sip. She never had a Red Bull before, but it didn't taste half bad.

"So? Anything else you want to do or should we get back to "business"?" she grinned.

"If you still want to." Carmen walked after, sipping on her own can and looking down - shyness. Not her usual thing. Didn't like it. "I know I kind of wrecked the mood for a second, but...I'd love to try and get it back, believe me."

"It happens," said Kuro casually, shrugging as she placed her can on the nearby table. "But we still have plenty of hours until the day's over. Unless you want to end it early, or just spent it doing nothing, then come and get me, tiger..." she teased.

It's unusual to find Carmen suddenly backing out and going all shy, but Kuro found it quite funny actually. She didn't mind whatever decision her captor made, but if she could invite the girl back in the game, there's no harm in trying.

"Well, if that's the case, I have to go with it, don't I?" Carmen smirked and started to walk back, heading towards the workout room. "This way. Got something for you."

She tried hard to contain her mischievous smile...and failed, utterly.

Kuro sighed, and got up from the couch to follow Carmen to the workout room. There's something about the girl's smirk, but as a prisoner she expected some kind of nasty surprise waiting for her. Oh, well, at least the mood had became slightly better. She was no expert in fixing moods, but it seemed to work.

What now... she thought, rolling her eyes once as she entered the room.

Carmen moved into the room and started undoing her punching bag, letting it drop to the floor and pulling it off to the side, moving back and messing the chains a bit. She looked back from them to Kurohime, studying her for a moment. "Yeah...yeah, you should be tall enough for it. Just the right size."

She moved back to Kurohime and walked behind her, hands moving up to caress her neck and slowly slide her jacket off.

Kuro felt like she had a good feeling about what Carmen was going to do to her after seeing the girl took down the punching bag. She smirked, and let the girl took off her outfit and whatever else she planned to do. At least she didn't have to worried about her clothes being messed up.

She placed the jacket neatly by the side, then moved to take off her shirt in the same way, running her fingers along the pale skin all the way, letting her nails scrap about the skin for a light scratch. Taking her hand, Carmen walks forward as she pulls out those same handcuffs from her pocket and hooking it to the chain above, motioning for Kuro to put her hands up.

"Not exactly an official dungeon, but I think I'm making do for having to work on such short notice." She gave the metal a good tug, making sure it wasn't too tight.