Gloria's General Appearance
Her Outfit
Toys and servants weren't what she was looking for today, but she would still find her blue eye settling on a certain Japanese man in the back who was a clear cut above the rest. He had drive. He was dedicated, here to do more than a few curls for the girls. And it showed through in his fantastically ripped physique.
A fellow wrestler. She was sure of it.
Gloria kept her eyes forward on the set of weights that were near his location, feigning ignorance of the admiring stares and whispers on the way over to them. After going through her warm-up stretches and adding more weight to the bar, she shouldered it and got to work on her squats.
A direct approach? Not with a man.
The plentiful amount of skin that was on display would do the trick, especially once she's worked up a sweat and it starts dripping into all the right places among her well-toned curves. And of course, there was also the world-class ass she had packed into the shorts that fit it like as second skin.
He would come to her. They always do.