"And who might you be?" The older man asks. "Um, I'm Natalie and this is Loki." You say, gesturing to yourselves. The Grandmaster looks you both over before putting on a smile. "Well welcome! Please, come in, come in."

You walk inside the large tower and look around in awe. The tower, unlike the dusty, bustling streets, was completely clean and shining, the floor reflecting yourselves perfectly. "Ah, are you newcomers to Sakaar?" The Grandmaster asks as you follow him through the large hallway.

"Yes, we just landed...somehow." Loki says starting to question how we got here. "Oh, then you'll be needing some new attire." The Grandmaster continues. You just now look at you and Loki's appearance. Your clothes are dirty and scuffed, and you both smell like trash.

"Um, yeah. That would be wonderful, actually." You say politely. The Grandmaster turns to you both. "Great. I'll get that arranged for you." He turns to the woman beside him. "Can you arrange a suite for them with a bath and make sure the ladies get them some new clothes please."

The lady taps a few things on her left forearm and whispers something to the Grandmaster, who nods in response. "Alright, you two. Come this way and I'll show you to your room." You follow him through a red and white patterned hallway, and then into an elevator.

"Oh and I also run a little competition of sorts called the Contest of Champions. Maybe I'll invite you two to come watch it one day." The Grandmaster adds. "We would be honored to watch your competition." You respond sweetly. The Grandmaster nods and the elevator doors open.

You walk down a green and white patterned hallway until you reach the end where a window sits, outlooking the trash piles you were on a few minutes ago. "Here you are." The Grandmaster says, gesturing to a door on your right. The Grandmaster hands Loki a slip of paper and takes his leave.

You realize the paper is a code, which corresponds to the keypad next to the door. Loki punches in the code and the door opens smoothly. "How nice," you comment as you walk in.

The room has a king-sized bed on the right facing a large window and a hot tub on the left against a wall. There is a small kitchen to your right next to the door.

"I'm going first!" You call as you walk towards the hot tub. "And I swear Loki, if you look I'll-" You bump into Loki's chest. "You'll what darling?" He replies with a smile. "I'll...I'll, um..." You can't think of anything you could possibly do, so you just scoff and push him away.

"I guess that means I can look...?" Loki questions, turning to you. You stare daggers at him. "You can't and you won't. Right darling?" You say mockingly. Loki rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine." You dip your fingers in the prepared hot tub, and then take off your clothes and undergarments and slip in the tub, all while keeping an eye on Loki.

You sigh contentedly at the feeling of the water jet against your tensed back muscles. You grab a soap bar from the ledge of the tub and start scrubbing it along your arms and legs. After soaping and washing and rinsing, you grab a towel that was set aside and get out of the tub.

Once you've wrapped yourself completely, you walk over to Loki and pat him gently on the head. "Good boy. Now you may bathe." Loki just scoffs and makes his way to the tub. You walk over to the king bed and look down at the sets of folded clothes prepared for you and Loki. You grab the one you assume is yours and you step inside a walk-in closet.

You unfold the outfit and hold it out in front of you. "Good god, what do they think this is? Senior prom?" You comment as you look at the low-cut chiffon blue dress with a slit up the right side. You had to admit though, it was a really nice dress.

You shrug and put it on, grabbing some strappy gold heels you also found in the closet and adding those to the outfit.

You glance at the body mirror in the closet before opening the door and walking out. You look over at the bed and see Loki already fully dressed and lying on the bed, eyes closed. A blue leather tunic and matching pants. For people not from Earth, they have good fashion taste.

You take a careful step but your heel still clicks against the tile floor. Loki's eyes fly open and he sits upright. He looks you up and down once, then twice, then a third time. You roll your eyes. "About done?" You ask sarcastically.

"Yes. Right. The outfits are for a gala, supposedly. To celebrate the starting of the Grandmaster's 'Contest of Champions'." Loki says, using air quotes. You nod slowly. "And we will be attending...together." You nod again.

"That it?" You ask Loki with a raised brow. "Yes, I think." Loki says, trying to recall any other information. "Good." Is all you say. You crawl on the bed and lie next to him. "I just wanted you to stop talking." You tease as you gently place your lips unto his.

Loki's hand slides down your arm and rests on your hip. His tongue runs along your bottom lip asking for entrance. You pull away and shake your head. "Not now. We have a gala to go to, darling,"

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~♡ Miki