Vs. 
Padded Room Match.
In The Corners Of The Room Lay Giant Beanbag Chairs.
Victory Via KO.
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To be challenged to a match of a lustful nature was far from a rarity for the immense beauty known as Eileen Sommers, but to be challenged to one with such unique circumstances and rules surrounding it was another entirely.
Padding? Beanbags?
The presence of those two alone, never mind the fact there would be a notable lack of both crowd and official, had brought a smile to the redheads face. Descending with the help of a backstage attendant to the weirdly specialised, yet seldom free room back in the halls of LAW, a quick inspection with hands to her hips would bring a rare, tooth-filled grin to Eileen's face. Had the match rules not been stated before hand, Eileen could have sworn she was about to be committed to some form of institute!
Shaking her head at the fun to come, the deceptively kind-faced redhead would opt to use a corner early as it were. Striding to the furthest one with a few lengthy, hip-shaking steps, Eileen would opt to nonchalantly turn, dropping her firm rear square into the middle of it. Legs crossed, one hand would rest to her side, whilst the other opted to rest on the crook of her knee, as to provide support for her hand as it held her chin. Already evidently choosing to adopt the position of a woman prepared to give her opponent a thorough inspection, before hands were even thrown!
