On a small, sun-baked rocky clearing, you spot a figure moving with swift, powerful precision. She's dressed in a thin, tight tunic designed to combat the heat. The white fabric clings to her small yet muscular frame, drenched in sweat from the intense training session. Her tunic is accompanied by a set of pelvic curtains which flow with her movements as she bends the earth around her. The material is light and airy, but the sun is merciless, and even with all her strength and endurance, she is glistening with perspiration.

She bends the earth with seemingly little effort, stomping one foot to levitate a rock to her level before sending it crashing into a boulders with a swift, kung-fu-like arm movement. As she moves, her curtains fly all over the place, exposing her unshaven cunny and jiggling rump.

You’re so engrossed in watching her that you don’t realize you’ve been staring a bit too long. Before you can even think to avert your gaze, Toph pauses mid-move. Without turning around, she stands straight up and speaks.

Toph: "Enjoying the view, huh?" Her voice sharp yet laced with a hint of mocking amusement as she places her hands on her wide hips and shoots you a look over her shoulder. Her irises are a pale grey, seemingly blind, but you can feel her staring right through you.