Sin with a Grin[Isamu, Kurai]

After that interesting exchange in the arena, Isamu shrugged his shoulders after the victory, wiping away the remnants of blood on his face to make his way upstairs. Making his way toward Kurai, Isamu would direct his gaze toward the chest. Voicing an appreciative whistle, he grabbed onto the chest as he turned to Kurai with a smirk. It was fun to engage in a battle of that nature, but he enjoyed the company of women far more, and he had quite the attractive one standing in front of him again. What else could he ask for on a night like this?

"How'd I do?"

"No arguments here. I'm grateful to take the cash in whatever form it's presented. On the subject of prizes, though, I think I've found something far more enticing to open than a chest."

The provocative pose did not go unnoticed under his playful gaze. Kurai had been radiating that energy all night, after all, but he wasn't the type of man who reveled in boldly claiming something so early. The night had been young, and there was much more to explore than the immediate indulgence of the female form. Of course, the night was finally reaching its apex, and the multitude of men who occupied the crowd were exiting the arena in short order.

As far as his energy was concerned, the crimson-haired woman didn't need to worry her pretty little head about that. The violent battle had roused his spirits, there was no small shortage of energy emanating from him right now. Presenting a lopsided smile, Isamu chortled softly as he followed the woman upstairs, entering her private quarters.

"Don't worry. I've got plenty. It's never any fun when the woman has to carry all the weight, ya know? We'll see whose questioning their energy reserves by the end of the night once everything's said and done, though. hm?"