L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Aarna Mehta continued to look concerned, canting her head. She truly didn't know what was wrong. Did she do something? Did something trigger inside her date? Glancing around, the Indian girl eventually let her eyes cast on the camera and bit her lip. It appeared that the issue was precisely that. Looking back at Ema, she rubbed her arm gently, trying to calm her. She spoke softly again and said, "We don't have to continue... or we don't have to continue with the camera here. Whatever you want."

Offering her best attempt at a comforting smile, Mehta nodded and cleared her throat. "There's no pressure, okay?" added Aarna, letting Ema get the time to collect herself now and figure out where she wanted to go from here.

Ema’s concerns and hesitance were finally noticed by Aarna who was now looking at the purplette with a confused gaze, looking a little bewildered at how things had gone from really well to that awkward position without any warning. It wasn’t as if Ema didn’t like Aarna or wasn’t enjoying their date, it was just that maybe the nature of that date had become too much for the purplette to share it with everyone streaming at home, so Grappl’s camera crew had become more than a nuisance.

Finding understanding and comfort in Aarna even despite the situation proved pivotal for Ema, who got closer to the woman so she could whisper in her ear in hopes the cameras wouldn’t get her words. “S-sorry it’s the cameras. Do you think you could get rid of them?”, she asked in an almost pleading tone, implying how bad she wanted to keep going but also how uncomfortable the camera was making her feel.