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Match Type: Candlelight Bliss
Victory Conditions: Orgasm (Singular), Submission, or KO
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The arena had already been darkened in preparation for the coming contest, with a constant orange lighting focused on the customized ring that provided the perfect amount of illumination: Enough to simulate candles lit to brighten the night without overtaking the colors of the ring.Match Type: Candlelight Bliss
Victory Conditions: Orgasm (Singular), Submission, or KO
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Owing to it being that of passion, red was the prominent color. The silk sheet that made up its canvas, the turnbuckle, and half the pillows that were scattered about it. Black was the other, making up the other half of the aforementioned pillows, the ropes, and the turnbuckle padding. The cushioning underneath the sheet as well, but that wasn't meant to be seen.
The ring -- the Bed Ring, as Alix calls it -- was smaller than normal. Its width would keep the competitors in close proximity always, and its height requiring them to kneel; a test run for the one she finally approved had the top rope being just above her hips while standing, and just below shoulder level in her intended position.
Alix stood behind the curtain, waiting for her chosen entrance music to play. The gothic beauty was decked out in fancy lace tonight: A shrug with long, flowing sleeves, a bustier, thong, and garters and stockings, all of it worked into being with lovely patterns.
Alix's General Appearance
Her Outfit
A female voice called out to her, friendly in tone. It was one that she recognized: Samantha Crawford. An older woman -- middle-aged, from the look of her -- and an LAW official who approached her with a proposition: She wanted her to show her opponent the ropes in the Hentai scene. Teach her some tricks to boost her growth and confidence, and be a friend to her.
Normally, she wouldn't agree to get sexual with an 18 year old outside of the ring. Being two years shy of thirty, she'd feel like a cradle robber.
Ms. Crawford greeted her with a smile. "I can't thank you enough for agreeing to this. You'll be doing Clara a lot of good."
But this woman was the reason why she agreed to put that rule aside.
The smile Alix gave in return was an uneasy one. "You're welcome. Maybe now that this is about to happen, you can let me in on how you know her?" Ms. Crawford had told her that Clara was a sweet girl who was all alone in the world. No friends, no family, not even so much as an acquaintance. She had no one and nothing to go to, besides LAW. Clearly, she had eyes on the girl. But for some reason, she remained distant.
"Rest assured, you will be well compensated for your time." And just like when she came to her the first time, Alix wouldn't be getting any answers. This felt super fishy, but if Clara really was the kind of girl she was talked up to be -- and the video of her first match in the organization made it feel likely -- she had to try. "That won't be necessary." After all, it wasn't like she was hurting for money. But accepting it would've felt like a bad move, even if she was; like it would've trapped her somehow. "If she's the kind of girl you say she is, I'll be happy to do this for free."
A brief pause followed the selfless refusal.
"Bless you, Ms. Jacques. A good heart is a rare thing in this world. It's what Clara has, and it's what she needs."
Right.
And with that, Ms. Crawford took her leave. And for every step she took, Alix herself would feel more and more like she'd really stepped in it. She didn't have a clue what "it" was, but it was a definite something.
The goth didn't have time to dwell on that right now. The sound people let her know that it was time to go to work.
Autumn's Grey Solace's "Gazing Across an Endless Sea" was a deliberate choice. It was a relaxing track that, when applied to this scenario, would hopefully push the feeling that this was going to be a beautiful experience that her opponent could safely lose herself in, rather than a romp that required a trip or two around the block to hold her weight in, or even worse, a fight for sexual superiority. Clara didn't look like she needed either of those two.
Alix stepped forth onto the stage, saying her hellos to the loving crowd with a couple blown kisses and the bright smile that helped earn her her nickname before advancing to the Bed Ring. One foot right in front of the other with each step, like she was a model coming down the runway, but with the soft countenance of a woman who was on a mission to make the night a sweet, tender something special. Her eyes stared directly ahead at the camera in front of her. She lifted a finger and made a come hither motion. When the cameraman obliged, she laid her hands on either side of the lens, and planted a kiss on it, leaving the marks of her ruby red lipstick behind.
Upon reaching the ring, she crawled underneath the bottom rope and over to the opposite side, deciding to sit rather than kneel as she waited for Clara to make her entrance. At a side angle, with a hand propping her up. Legs to the side, one overlapping the other with both bent back at the knees, showing off her curves nicely. After sweeping her curls behind her shoulders, her other hand sat atop her hip. A perfectly executed pose, just as expected of a former model.
