The two women were polite at least. You could take polite. Polite wasn't bad at all. Especially when the women look as good as the pair before you did.
They wore bikinis - odd that the design seemed identical to the ones back home.
The one in blue was athletic, her lean frame built solid with muscle... and yet she remained womanly, with wide hips and full breasts ready to burst from her top.
The one in red was the more feminine. She wore a string bikini, showing more skin. Her body was softer, more inviting, graceful curves wrapped snug in a designer swimsuit.
"Steve? That's such a weird name..." Said the brown girl. She didn't smile at you, not like her partner, but she eyed you up and down all the same. You suppressed a cocky grin as she was softly elbowed by the lady beside her.
"Be polite, Korra." She warned, flashing you an apologetic look. She was pale much like yourself, but still just as exotic as her brown companion. Her eyes were narrow yet piercing and her face was sculpted aristocratic allure. A far cry from the wild, rough beauty of "Korra". "Forgive her. She's not good with strangers. I'm Asami. So, you're from the west? We thought there was just more ocean that way."
"Believe me, my people thought the same thing." You tell them with a friendly grin. "Don't take this the wrong way, but we thought all we'd find out here was forests and monkeys."
Asami chuckles, Korra does not. She's still eyeing you up and down, almost like she's sizing you up for some kind of fight.