<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/y9NOTA1.png)</div>Once the prettiest girl in the whole world, Azula was now the most beautiful woman in the whole world, if Ty Lee had anything to say about it. Everything about her was in perfect proportion, a reflection of her personality. There wasn’t a masculine inch on her body, from the sleek bend of her shoulders to the enticing curve of her hips. She was femininity embodied in a small package; she exerted the same kind of control over her body that she exerted over her subjects.<br/><br/>Well, that used to be the case, anyway. Comfortable in power, and with no one to impress or to lord over her, Azula had lost interest in such things. Ever forward-thinking and aware of her own mind, the Queen had appointed Ty Lee to be in charge of her fitness, and in many ways in charge of her entire royal body. It was one of Ty Lee’s more pleasant assignments in her life. Ty Lee didn’t crave power, or even particularly enjoy it when it was given, but Azula’s form was… important to her.<br/><br/>Even better than that, of course, was the trust Azula had shown in giving her that responsibility. Ty Lee was unquestionably Azula’s closest friend, and the only person left alive that could be said to truly know Azula. Mei understood Azula as far as she cared to, which wasn’t all that far. Zuko had been away far too long and had always reduced Azula’s actions to craziness, which Ty Lee knew it wasn’t. Iroh was no better than Zuko and had been around even less. Ozai was dead, and Ursa… well, nobody knew what happened to her. Ozai did, but he had taken that knowledge with him to the underworld.<br/><br/>Ty Lee belonged to Azula, but at least in some small way, Azula belonged to Ty Lee, too. There was no one else in the world with any kind of power over Azula. Regardless of its truth, Ty Lee felt as though she was the most powerful woman in the world in the only way that mattered.<br/><br/>The sight of Azula’s sparks sent a shudder of anticipation through Ty Lee. Sometimes it took a lot of work to convince Azula to get moving, and she had prepared a speech about the importance of exercise, but it seemed that it could be saved for another day. Ty Lee couldn’t match Azula’s flashy shows of arousal, but as her love landed behind her, she leaned back, grinding against her, gasping quietly at the grip on her wrists. She couldn’t help but giggle uncontrollably as Azula played hell with her muscles.<br/><br/>It didn’t hurt this time. That was good.<br/><br/>Of course that didn’t last long as Azula’s outburst rendered itself as a zap straight to her privates. Ty Lee whited out for a long moment as the shock locked her whole body, which shut down Ty Lee’s mind for a moment as it dealt with the pain. She should have been angry, but she had forgiven Azula even before she regained her awareness. Instead of an admonition, she only whined, frustrated as Azula pulled away from her.<br/><br/>This damn Avatar fellow was<em>rude.</em><br/><br/>Any residual irritation with Azula was washed cleanly away by<em>that</em>smile. She had heard of actors who could make a whole crowd of women faint with a grin, and that was how Ty Lee’s heart felt whenever Azula arranged her gorgeous face in just this way… and it showed, as Ty Lee blushed so fiercely at it that the redness went from her cheeks all the way down to her collarbone.<br/><br/>“Of course, my Queen,” she said, curtsying a little as a joke. Next to Azula’s glory, Ty Lee felt like a street rat, but she was aware that everyone, her wife included, thought of her as eye candy. Her own beauty was not something she had ever given much thought to, but the way the impeccably aesthetic Azula treated her, it must have been true.<br/><br/>It was scarcely any work to look like she did, as her natural activity level kept her in shape and she had been blessed with nearly perfect skin. She rarely even bothered with makeup unless Azula required it for a social function. It was such a hassle, otherwise… how those Kyoshi warriors put up with that war paint all the time was beyond her. She supposed it was just another thing she wouldn’t be able to understand. Ty Lee wasn’t a fool, but some things just weren’t worth thinking about.<br/><br/>The girls filed in with the ridiculous Silver Queen robes. They were certainly pretty, but so restrictive and often itchy. She felt like a clown in them, not an unfamiliar feeling given her past occupation. Azula liked them though, so it was okay. Ty Lee would have no part in disappointing her love. Quite practiced now, she twirled from one girl to the next, effortlessly dancing into her outfit as they held out each layer. She might as well have fun putting them on, even if they were no fun to actually wear.<br/><br/>Her least favorite part, the crown, went on last. It was larger and more showy than Azula’s crown, but less intricate. The way it hooked around behind her braid was annoying and messed with her freedom of movement, just like the rest of the getup. When it was finally all put together, she fanned her arms out and looked down at herself.<em>Oh well. At least I never have to wear it for very long.</em>It was especially annoying today as she had been on the verge of wearing nothing.<br/><br/>She showed none of her displeasure, modeling herself to Azula. “How’s it look, babe? Am I queenly?” A twirl helped it all settle into place, causing an annoyed gasp from the girls who always wanted her to be careful while wearing these; they were very expensive fabrics. “Am I gonna knock ‘em all out with a smile?”