With her mostly-still-unpacked apartment not at all presentable, Esther had spent the last half-hour alternating between stretching and pushing boxes into one of her extra rooms where Ryu Hiroshi wouldn't see them and assume that she had planned for him to win so she would have to leave LAW, and presumably Japan, permanently. Being Japanese, he probably counted leaving Japan as part of their deal, right? Seemed like it could be a "matter of honor" sort of situation. Honestly, though, her motivation mostly amounted to her not wishing to look like a slob, even for a man she didn't entirely know that she liked beyond appreciating his musculature. He might use the bathroom to change when he got here, and no one ever knew if things could end up in the bedroom. She just wanted things out of the way, and the living room was left with only her couch, a few pieces of furniture, and the mats she had prepared for their "session match."
Esther ran her hand through the wild, tied-up bundle of lavender hair atop her head and blew a raspberry. She had bet her "career" on beating him to five submissions when they had clashed in the gym a few days earlier. She felt confident that she could beat him, even with his size, but...she probably should not have done something so ridiculous. He had gotten off easy. He only had to serve as her butler for a while if she won. Esther would, undoubtedly, have him finish unpacking for her. But all Esther wanted out of this match was to earn his respect in the midst of all his doubting of her abilities, and if he managed to beat her, she knew she could still prove herself worthy of her name. If she did, Esther imagined she could talk him down from the whole drastic career-ending part of the bet. Or she could just...pretend this match never happened. She grinned to herself and wrung her hands nervously.
The doorbell rang, and the legacy wrestler looked down to check her red one-piece as she quickly shuffled for the door. She adjusted the seat of her bikini by an inch before swung the door open, finding Ryu standing there, looking somehow bigger than he did the other day. Great. No, he only looked bigger because she wasn't fueled by the adrenaline of being ticked at him for doubting her. Or he had eaten two more steaks before coming over.
"Hey. I'd give ya a big welcome, but that would be disingenuous since I want to squeeze your ass into pudding," she told him, the words still sounding somehow friendly with the faint, sweet twang in her voice.