Serena followed that secretary around the B.C.W's building in search for the CEO's office while enjoying the view of the secretary's generous rear with confident eyes. For some time Serena had known about the B.C.W federation, a pretty famous place for jobber wrestling fetishists to enjoy some of the best looking women in that scene. The blonde herself had enjoyed her good share of the site, and seeing herself in a position in which she could get to partake in action with them was exciting enough and proof of how far she had gone. Upon reaching some door the secretary knocked and after some instants Serena was invited in.
Inside waited an elegant-looking latino man with an aura of confidence and attractiveness. "Damn, this guy looks good.", thought Serena acknowledging to the person behind the B.C.W. She wasn't shy about her looks neither, rocking some ripped black jeans, a red sleeveless t-shirt and a leather jacket. After the man's invitation, Serena took a sit.
"I'm okay, thanks." Serena declined the invitation while sitting, crossing her legs in a slow motion that showed her confidence.
"First of all let me say that I have really enjoyed the kind of content you achieved for the B.C.W.", she started by breaking the ice while deeply looking at that man's eyes.
"I won't run around the bush, I want a shot at your cats. I think I can take them on and defeat them in a ring. In any case I think that me defeating your six kitties in a row would make a true spectacle. I would show you my credentials as a wrestler but I am pretty sure a man of your... business instincts would have made his research already..." Serena carefuly chose her words in a way that showed how she was aware of the situation at hand and how she could have an effect on that man. In a way she wasn't soliciting a match but demanding it.