At least fifty girls fell to their knees and bowed their heads to the floor. It was expected for someone of her station, so the new fire lord didn’t comment, casting a sharp gaze around at her surroundings.
This area of the prison was meant to look like a vacation paradise, shady trees, a pool full of clear water with several smaller hot tubs, a bar where drinks could be served, and dozens of attractive young women dressed in scant white clothing. It would be sheer heaven for a wealthy fire nation citizen of the male variety, with places to rest and eat, different game areas, even what looked like a sumo ring.
Azula narrowed her eye