Cassandra York was an enigma. She had a good education, she was clever, articulate and could conduct herself in the matter befitting a lady of her nature. She had dominated the legal system, defending the most notorious of criminals and as a prosecutor, she was feared. Her disarming nature led to clients loving her, and defendants hating her. She could get anyone to say or agree to practically anything, and all with a quiet calm persona.
However one thing burning inside of Cassandra, ever since she found the sport of professional wrestling. She wanted to switch up her career and leave the legal system in favour of the ring. She had seen LAW and passed her trial with flying colours, at least enough to leave developmental and become a full signed members of the LAW roster. Yet she had not as yet been booked into a match.
So far, she had set about training her body as much as she previously trained her mind. Her would use all the facilities LAW had to offer, her strength had improved, her stamina increased, and she built on her larger frame to give her the considerable assets which fans and management seemed to demand.
As the finished up her workout, she was heading for the locker room. As she entered, wearing her sports bra and booty shorts, she could see several members of the LAW roster already changing ready for a show or practice. She passed the pair known as The Imperial Russian Empire who smirked and laughed quietly. Cassandra ignored them, not wishing to alienate the roster before she made a name for herself. She passed a larger wrestler who she saw on LAW TV, Moira Pandela and Cassandra simply smiled respectfully. She stripped down and wrapped a towel around her large breasts before exiting the locker room and making her way to the sauna.
Cassandra was a epitome of class and style, she was not about to be rattled by some of the more experienced wrestlers, just as the court room didnt intimidate her
The busty Legal Eagle entered the sauna and was immediately blinded by the steam. She grumbled and reached hands out to try to find an edge. Eventually she found the cold tiles of the wall and stepped to the side before turning to sit her large bottom down
However she managed to sit on something other than the wooden benches.
"Oh I am sorry!"
Cassandra would get up again and turn, some of the steam clearing to see a raven haired woman. Cassandra let her gaze trail over her guest. Built, with a considerable bust, and thighs that seemed they could crack a walnut! Cassandra awkwardly giggled, and brushed back her damp lank hair, the towel dropping in the process as she raised her hands
"Apologies, I didnt realise that someone else was in here, although I am glad you broke my fall as it were! Did I squash you?"