Win via Verbal Submission or Knockout
- Match Takes Place in a Japanese-Style House & Room
- Anything Goes, Can Use Anything Within the Room
- Winner has Rights to the Loser within the Room for the Rest of the Night
Battling it out in a private room, no interfere, no referee, and no mercy between the two with everything on the line. The Demon was giggling just thinking about it.
Spoiler
And as Amano walked through the halls of the Japanese house, she looked over herself. Given the more traditional Japanese theming of the match she took to a more traditional kimono than her usual outfit. Something akin to her first match against Eirina in style. Not the cow theme, but a basic black kimono with some flourishes around the sleeves, cut off around the bottom of her hips to give her maneuverability. It was a kimono she made herself back at home, one of her test kimonos for her wrestling career that still fit her. Her usually dyed hair was kept in its natural dark brown that bordered on black, and she settled for basic yellow contacts instead of going all out with the black scelera. A more modest, more Japanese look that still maintained some of the Demon's usual flash and ferocity. It'd hopefully make a good impression on Satsuki.
Speaking of, Satsuki herself was a pretty interesting woman according to what she heard. The Demon never met her personally, but the grapevine of LAW had her as a high-energy, thrill-seeking woman that was chomping at the bits to taste and experience all LAW had to offer. A girl after Amano's own heart, had it not already been taken by someone else. This would be a good chance to see if the rumors she had heard were true. Especially the rumors about her skills and excitement toward sex. It was an anything-goes match with POW rules after all.
"Hehehehe~" She walked into the room their match would take place in with confidence, glancing around.
It... honestly looked a lot like one of Nanase's rooms at her manor. Tatami floors, a few futons at one edge of the room, several sliding drawers and closets, and a kotatsu in the center. There were a few flourishes here and there, some wall scrolls, some simple lamps, some shinai swords hanging above on the walls, but ultimately it just didn't pull at Amano like she was hoping. Guess I'm just used to rooms like this. With a shrug, she made herself comfortable, sitting at the kotatsu and await her opponent's arrive. "Kinda' wish I had some tea now..." She muttered, glancing at the teapot in front of her on the table. Sadly, their impromptu blunt weapon had no tea inside to drink during the wait.
