Isabella Brandt Vs. Gwen Belladonna: High-Rise Rumble
Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2025 3:47 am
Apartment Catfight
Rules: Anything goes
Victory Condition: Verbal Submission
Stipulation: The Loser will have to submit verbally by calling the winner "Mommy"
Location: Penthouse set up by LAW management
Isabella arrived at the rather fancy penthouse, it wasn't too dissimilar to Isabella's own penthouse. The blonde removed her black boots upon entering the apartment, she took the time to also hang up her coat and pull off her black gloves, she removed her watch and any jewellery. This was far from her first tango in an apartment catfight, though this would be her first official one in LAW. Isabella wondered what had taken the LAW management so long, but perhaps it was simply that her reputation had somehow not proceeded her. The blonde ojou stepped into the penthouse and began to wander, she strolled through from room to room. She found a nice bedroom, a guest bedroom, a small home gym, bathroom, then she finally settled into the living room.
The blonde would walk towards the leather couch, taking a seat at the end of the chaise longue, she crossed her legs. Perhaps she had dressed a bit too fancy for what was most likely going to end up with a lot of clothes tearing and ripping. It was the usual song and dance after all. Yet, she didn't regret it. For what was the point of stepping into this sort of contest with raggedy clothes. Besides, if this Gwen Belladonna who was set to be her opponent ruined her clothes...well she'd have even more reason to put her down and force her to submit. The thought forced a small chuckle out of Isabella, she leaned backwards and placed her hands down behind her, stretching out and arching which puffed out her impressive chest as she now only had to wait for her opponent.
Rules: Anything goes
Victory Condition: Verbal Submission
Stipulation: The Loser will have to submit verbally by calling the winner "Mommy"
Location: Penthouse set up by LAW management
Spoiler

lingerie/underwear

The blonde would walk towards the leather couch, taking a seat at the end of the chaise longue, she crossed her legs. Perhaps she had dressed a bit too fancy for what was most likely going to end up with a lot of clothes tearing and ripping. It was the usual song and dance after all. Yet, she didn't regret it. For what was the point of stepping into this sort of contest with raggedy clothes. Besides, if this Gwen Belladonna who was set to be her opponent ruined her clothes...well she'd have even more reason to put her down and force her to submit. The thought forced a small chuckle out of Isabella, she leaned backwards and placed her hands down behind her, stretching out and arching which puffed out her impressive chest as she now only had to wait for her opponent.
