An Assassin's Attraction (For SubtleRoar)

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, the LAW gym. Such things has this gym seen, especially where it pertains to anyone sporting those dastardly Y's in their chromosomes. Drake Vyril, otherwise known as Domino, has seen his fair share within these walls. One can never really know what to expect, what to brace for, or even how to react here. Sometimes you're a welcome diversion. Sometimes you're an unwanted intruder. Sometimes you're a training buddy. And that brings us to the ring, the staple of the building, the epicenter.

It came out of the blue - pun intended. He'd heard of the girl before, but hadn't really given her much thought beyond a few initial thoughts. She's pretty. She seems athletic. She's a ninja or something? Way to break the mould, Japan. And from there, he'd moved on. Odds of running into her were next to nothing, after all, and he had a bizarre glass ceiling in his federation that wasn't going to break itself. So it was a surprise when he was contacted with an invitation to meet her and wrestle. He didn't even know she was aware of his existence. Aside from wrestling in the same country, he figured they were worlds apart. Did she watch his federation shows? It'd be interesting to find out.

She picked a heck of a time for the challenge. Late, late at night, not a soul in sight. Drake was already reclining in a corner of the ring, dressed and ready to go. Given this was sent as a match challenge and not training, he's dressed for a show - black and white trunks, matching wrestling boots, and bracers make up the entirety of his gear, leaving trim thighs and arms, defined chest, and sleekly-toned abdominals bare. Nothing to do but wait, his arms resting along the top ropes at either side.

[SubtleRoar]

*Her frantic schedule left the otherwise stoic and calculating kunoichi scattered, today of all days. Clad in her traditional cerulean and mauve outfit, heavy bags clinging to her eyes and crows feet shredding her face, Kieda plastered a jubilant grin on her face and nonchalantly marched towards the outskirts of the ring.*

"Hey, I'm Kie...." *Gazing upon the sleek, taut figure before her almost put the girl into a smitten trance. Biting her lower lip from the welling arousal, she rolled underneath the bottom rope before effortlessly springing to her feet.* "da..I'm Kieda. You must be Drake. I must admit, I've only heard of you through what my roommate, Bianca, has said. Don't worry - it's nothing but positive things." *She meekly approached the dashing figure before offering her right hand, both to shake hands and establish an immediate connection.*

[CyanDimitrik]

The tall girl makes her appearance, and what an appearance it is. Eyebrows raise, and Drake straightens his posture. He can tell her eyes are on him. He's fine with that. He's a model, after all. In fact, that's both a point of pride and contention in his life. Were he not a model, he may be getting proper billing.

Still, the introduction is an endearingly cute one, completely unexpected. The girl's hand is taken, and that aforementioned pride demands he play up the moment in an assuredly Western fashion. Her hand is taken, turned, and raised rather than shaken. He bends forward to place a ghost of a kiss upon its back before lifting his gaze to her face again. "Charmed," he replies. And it's true. No flattery here, she seems like a charming girl.

"Yeah," he continues as he straightens his posture, "I'm Drake. Don't think I've met Bianca, though." Freeing his hand, he motions it towards the girl's form. "I like the outfit. Definitely good colors on ya." It's small-talk, but just a little indulgence could give him more insight into this challenger. Is she genuine, or is she toying with him?

[SubtleRoar]

"O..oh lord...he's handsome and courteous.." *Unaware that she just blurted out her inner thoughts, Kieda fumbled from the profuse attention she was being showered with by the ravishing stranger. Her facial cheeks brightening, she torpidly struck an accentuating pose for his viewing pleasure.* "Believe it or not, I'm a proficient seamstress. After about a month of diligent work, I stitched this baby together myself."

[CyanDimitrik]

"No kidding? Got a seamstress in my family, too, but I never picked up the skill," Drake continues. His amethyst gaze dips over her figure, appreciating the pose she assumes while she indulges. When his eyes lift to her face again, he reaches for the inner hems of her jacket to draw the garment more open and off her shoulders, ultimately to remove it, if she allows. "We don't want this getting damaged, right?"

Okay, he can admit it to himself: he's flirting. Maybe it'll go somewhere, maybe it won't. But flattery goes a long way with him, and she seems to be bursting with it. It doesn't hurt that she's attractive and accommodating insofar.

"So, you wanted to wrestle? Any particular reason? Just wanting the challenge of a mixed match? Or..?"

[SubtleRoar]

"O..oh.good point indeed." *She wasn't floating in a sea of attraction; she was being swallowed whole by a maelstrom of the perfect storm named Drake. Delicately wiggling out of her jacket, she slyly brushed up against his collar bone and lingered against it for a moment.* "Well, it gets awfully lonely at night..all by myself.." *She muttered aloud, in the thickest, strongest southern accent she could muster.

[CyanDimitrik]

Hearing a Japanese girl affect a southern dialect is the weirdest thing Drake believes he's ever heard in his life. It's cute, but weird. And the explanation gets a bemused snicker. "And a bar or online dating just won't do it for ya?," he teases.

With her brushing up against him already, he drops her jacket outside the ropes to land on the ring apron. Nice and out of the way, unlikely to see any harm. Then he loops an arm around her middle, suddenly turning to attempt placing her back against the turnbuckle and effectively swap positions with her. If successful, he'll lean into her, chest pressing tight to hers to press her into place.

[SubtleRoar]

"Most men either pass right by me, or are intimidated by my unusually statuesque height." *She cackles at just how bizzare her rendition of a Texan inflection sounded, before exhaling a sigh of relief.*

"Hhmmm...this is comfortable...but I promise we can cuddle after I pin that hercules body of yours." *Allowing the adonis Casanova to handle her however he desired, Kieda sprawled herself out across the corner and beckoned him to come hither with the tip of her index finger.* "Time to prove your worth, handsome."

[CyanDimitrik]

Already leaning into her, Drake smirks at the flirty ninja and tilts his head towards hers. "And what makes you so sure you're gonna be the one on top?," he teases back. He never considered his body of any Herculean variety. He's too trim, too lean. He always figured that bodytype would be more bulky, more weighty. But he'll take it for the compliment he's positive she'd intended.

Leaning back, he aims to open up the festivities of this little meeting with a crisp chop aimed to smack against her upper-chest - careful to avoid the girl's breasts themselves, but more towards her collar area. Sure, others might go straight for the bosom, but that always felt wrong somehow. Maybe disrespectful, maybe cheap, like a low blow. He wasn't in the habit of disrespecting opponents.

[SubtleRoar]

"Actually, I can't concretely answer that. Perhaps you can prove my foolhardy statement wrong?" *With a quiver of excitement rippling through her body, Kieda assumed a basic karate stance and leaned forward to keep her thin frame balanced.*

*A rudimentary attack in its purest form, the busty ballerina rolled underneath his initial move and promptly retaliated with a playful pinch of his stomach, realizing all too quickly that Drake's abs could cut diamonds.* "Oooh man...this will be a long match."