Korra's avatar, clad in a revealing, virtual version of her usual attire, prowls Imvu's seedy underbelly. She's on the hunt, her eyes scanning the crowd for a suitable partner. A muscular, tattooed avatar catches her gaze. He's dressed in leather, his eyes smoldering. They dance, their bodies grinding in ways Korra's never dared in reality. He whispers dirty nothings into her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Korra's avatar, emboldened, reaches down and strokes his virtual cock, feeling it harden in her hand. He growls, pushing her back against a wall, ready to claim her. But Imvu has other plans, and Korra is suddenly kicked out, her avatar dissolving into pixels, leaving her panting and unsatisfied.