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Spoiler
Clad in her form fitting, strapping attire with a ring inside the gym of LAW already reserved, Eileen would ponder for a moment upon the ring apron, eyes lost in thought. Perhaps her time should not have been spent in the ring at all, but merely to the sidelines, where her voice and charm could go about unaffected nor unheeded? Or perhaps did she need to simply work on said 'charm' after all, given that she now evidently found herself in need of practising actual wrestling.
Whatever it be, the unlucky recipient of Eileen's somewhat random request for the spot of sparring partner to be filled would both be here shortly, and both be likely victim to the redheads aforementioned 'personality.'