On her back and with her arms and legs held outstretched and off the ground, Katara grimaced. Her shoulders were off the floor leaving her stomach tensed to keep up the hollow hold, but this wasn't the cause for her expression, not entirely, anyway. Tucking her chin to her chest she looked down her body; the dark skin of her glistening chest, the white wrappings that covered what little modesty she could maintain these days and the flat, tensed tummy between them - on top of which were a pair of small, pale, dusty feet.
"Come on, Toph, this is degradi-hnk!" her complaint was cut off as the girl standing on her midsection rose to her toes, focusing the pressure of her bodyweight onto the darker skin of Katara's firm, flexed stomach. It was clear that any complaints would fall on deaf ears, so she resolved to do as she was told, even if her friend was enjoying this far too much.
The higher pitched voice came rhythmically and through a wide grin, "Aaand flex, and relax. Up... and down." w