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Clad in a loose fitting t-shirt, but a tight jeans combo, Silver found herself in quite the precarious scenario. Silver didn't at all consider herself one of the nervous variety, and yet she found herself with her back to the wall of a LAW corridor, nervously tapping her fingers together. Whilst not completely out of the loop when it came to faces among the LAW roster, obviously beyond those she had interacted with in some form, Silver was neither the sort to make herself known amongst the masses. Whilst popular among the fans, so much so that her declaration as bedroom queen was seen more as a lighthearted display than a outright act of smugness or confidence, she'd rarely taken herself amongst the locker-rooms to let herself be known. Beyond of course, looking for potential candidates to wrangle in the bedroom.
But today, things were different. As her nerves suggested, the figure she was hoping to finally meet was one she held a slight admiration for. And not as a wrestler; in fact, Zarina's wrestling record was seldom known to the Silver haired beauty humming with her head turning left and right, seemingly hoping to lay eyes upon the tanned figure she'd heard was present here today.
Simply put, Silver had oogled Zarina in one form or another; and it had left her with quite the little crush on her fellow heavyset wrestler!
