A Source of Attention (Amaranta, Khaana)

What did earth-dwellers indulge in to pass the time? Throughout the hours Khaana spent engaged in her stream, this was the thought that held the leonine woman's mind. Of course, she was naturally agitated about losing, albeit, a mildly annoyed. Agitation at her defeat. The frame of mind a sore loser would have after they spoke so decidedly about their victory. Apart from that, Amaranta was also experiencing a culture shock at the sheer notion of spending time in an actual house.

A well-decorated home at that. For a woman who spent countless years traveling a wide expanse of sand or wandering the halls of Las Noches, this radical shift in environment left her curious. Foreign territory that filled her with intrigue. She humored the thought of stealing something here, but really, given her utter lack of familiarity, what would she benefit from it? It'd be the equivalent of a child trying to utilize an item they had no knowledge of.

Initially, she listened to a bit of Khaana's stream purely out curiosity. There wasn't any pomp in her voice like earlier when she lorded over her with that joyous expression of victory. It was radiant, playful, and overall fun. A streamer, huh? Well, it certainly made sense. Sure, she may have roughed her up a bit, but she wasn't bad on the eyes. Amaranta wasn't aware of the particulars outside of what Khaana told her. A place where multiple fans log in from different parts of the world and tune in for entertainment of one sort or another, courtesy of the streamer. Well, she seemed to be having fun. Growing restless, Amaranta would conclude her curious roam by settling into a position on the couch to curiously stare at this television. Her arena companions told her about the cool stuff one could find on this colorful box of moving images and flashy lights.

Hearing that smug voice, Amaranta's tall frame shifted to face the woman entirely, azure eyes rolling softly at that pompousness that had returned in her tone. She could practically feel that accursed name ready to fall from this woman's stupid mouth. Kitty... tch. She was a goddamn Lion. Anyway...

"Yeah... you sound like you had alotta fun up there, Princess. I ain't exactly expect to get this far, really, so I ain't complainin'. I passed most of the time by wanderin' about and watching this... Television. Guess, it's time to chat, though, so I'm all ears."

Amaranta cocked a curious eyebrow at that comment. She had more fun killing hollows, eh? To say she was intrigued was an understatement. Khaana had initially struck her as the type who dislike engaging in combat but after their little challenge battle and this current revelation... she found her quite amusing now. For a moment, she wondered about the morality of it, an artificial soul composed of hollows... killing hollows. Then again, she was far from a saint. If she hadn't cooled down by now, she would've certainly returned to Hueco Mundo to take out her aggression on a collection of mindless beasts. There was more to her that met the eye, it seemed.

"Well shit, Princess. Color me surprised. I must admit I didn't initially view you as the throw-down type. Heh, I already thought you looked easy on the eyes before, but now? Heh, I'd say the sex appeal factor just went up a few pegs."

A tease to lighten the tension in the air. Of course, she wasn't exactly being dishonest, either. The woman heavily welcomed strong individuals, those who simply lived their life as they saw fit. Following the woman over to the coffee table, she simply chose the first seat that stood out to her, siting across from he woman. As expected, she ventured into the particulars of what Amara desired in this realm.

Leaning in her chair, Amaranta sat in quiet contemplation, thoughtfully stroking her chin. Hueco Mundo was fun for the fighting shit, but that was only if she got lucky. Mindless hollows could get boring, the place wasn't exactly always littered with Arrancar, and it was quite simply, an endless expanse of sand. She had tagalong companions who'd earned her favor in one aspect or another, but even they tended to default to wandering out here too, simply by merit of what this realm offered. An 80-20 split suited her quite well, honestly. Pepper a few visits into Hueco if some wicked shit went down, and come back to one of these houses, though that ultimately depended on whether or not she could afford one. Then again, that's why she was talking to Khaana.

"To tell the truth, I'm really interested in this realm. So much to do, way more one could explore in different continents n' shit rather than walking through a long expanse of sand. The only form' of entertainment I have in Hueco was made specifically for me and sentient hollow folk to fight one another and test each other's strength. Something like an arena. But, I'm getting off subject. Yeah... I'd like a place to find a place to live."

Rent... huh? Amaranta supposed a rule like that made sense in a place like this. The only issue that pressed at her mind at the current moment was what she could feasibly offer this woman as rent. Adapting to these living realm rules would prove to be quite troublesome, but the beauty of a challenge certainly lay in overcoming the insurmountable. Much like in combat, this, too, the leonine woman concluded, would be overcome with her fiery will, and... maybe some diligence, of course.

Patience is a virtue, or however that lofty phrase went. Still, the hell could she offer this lady'? There wasn't anything significant to her name. Nothing in the form of income, to say nothing of valuables. She didn't really enjoy the idea of leaving the decision up to her, but she was the one who offered and the best negotiating tool seemed, at least from her perspective, to venture into what this woman found valuable, something tangible she could offer at the current moment.

"You want my brutally honest answer, Princess? Pure brute strength, muscle, speed, and the ability to manipulate fire, but that's not money nor is it really tangible when it comes to this income you speak of. As you can tell, I haven't adapted here much at all so money is nonexistent. There ain't nothin in Hueco Mundo I think you'd even want. Hell, I don't think I'd want anything there, either. Nothing of value, at least. What would count as good rent to you? I could get a job and pay my keep, of course, but that could take some time... Gotta figure out somethin' that won't make me lose my cool' or get me fired because I like bein' a little antagonistic."

An amused grin lined the leonine woman's lips, following each word with a focused air. Everything about her was an image, huh? The true representation of the woman lay in the battle they held hours ago. There was more to this dainty little lady, after all. Dancing between the life of a streamer and fierce killer. To Amaranta, that was an honest way of life. There was no falsity in her demeanor in her admission, no form of trying to maintain some air of superiority, no regret for her actions. None of that moral ethic bullshit. Genuine. Then, there were the terms.

In exchange for resources, Amaranta's job was relatively - surprisingly so - simple. Her pride would've certainly disagreed, but at her core, she was far from foolish about this. This was one hell of an offer. A mutual benefit. She'd be a fool not to take her up on this. After all, as adventurous as she was, there was no guarantee a continuous trek across this wide expanse of a realm would net her an opportunity like this; Her brash nature wasn't particularly human friendly.

Training her, fighting alongside her, working for her... and getting equal value out of it? Yeah. She had herself a deal. Offering her hand towards the woman, she'd chuckle softly.

"Deal, Princess. Tried thinking of any flaws with this, but ya' pretty much gave me an offer I can't refuse. Oh yeah... I don't think I ever actually got your name. I've been calling you "Princess" this whole time, but never gave you the chance to introduce yourself, officially..."

Tch... there it was. The air of a pompous bitch, as if she won resoundingly, as if the duel couldn't have gone either way. If she didn't have half a wit about her, Amaranta would've certainly demanded a rematch, but there was no need for that. She could have plenty of time to prove herself in the future, and she'd be damned if she let this woman feel as if she were getting under her skin.

Rolling her eyes with a small "hpmh" escaping her lips, Amaranta would purposely tighten her grip a bit before removing her hand entirely. Khaana Sar, eh? Interesting name. She'd probably call her Princess, still. It felt natural at this point, and she didn't expect Khaana to stop calling her kitty. For the moment, Amaranta simply chuckled and nodded her head, rising from the table to stretch her arms.

"Neat name. Not sure if I introduced myself earlier, I was having too much fun at your expense. Name's Amaranta. Amaranta Valeria. Kinda' pointless since I expect you to keep referring to me as Kitty'. Anyway, should be interesting to doin business' with ya, boss," she quipped, an air of sarcasm tinting her tone. Of all the names she'd call her, that wouldn't be the one. But there was a hint of genuine intent in that tone as well. She certainly did welcome the thought of future endeavors. It'd fill her time up with all sorts of interesting shit to hop into. Hopefully, this lady liked fighting strong enemies. That'd make it even better. If she could get on top of good pay and resources? She was winning even in a loss.