The Friday Show
Taking place within a hotel accommodation, these two are set to fight inside a hotel room to find a hidden collar. The winner is declared when one wrestler collars their opponent. Hentai IS allowed and toys are scattered throughout the room.
INTRODUCTION
A door opens.
Inside, was a hotel room of green, cream and wooden varnishes. Paintings were over the headboard, with antique furniture set one way and a small kitchen space at the other. The bed was simple and King-size, fit for a royal leaving their 9 to 5, bachelor party or those from abroad. The businessman, the high-rollers, the weekend vacationer. The room was dark. Not until Mazikeen turned on the lamp in the corner. Maisilyn was seated in an old arm chair in-front of Maze, facing the room and sipping from a glass. “Since we started to live closer than ever before, we've all fantasized about the banging that goes on next door." She looked to the camera. "Fights, hearts being broken, make-up sex. All the many-many shouting matches we only hear through our walls. Just -what- are they doing?”
Maisilyn snaps her fingers casually.
“Kiss and don’t tell, I’d say.” Then bridged her hands together, folding one leg over the other. “But when has that ever stopped anyone? While I personally love a good secret, I certainly wouldn’t judge a thing. In-fact. Maze?”
Maze appeared from behind the seat, having crouched to search underneath, pulling a white collar that wasn’t meant to be discovered. She presented it to the camera, and Maisilyn looked to hide a small annoyance behind a slightly bigger smile. “This is what goes on behind closed doors. Fantasies beyond your wildest comprehension, for the dirtiest minds within the comforts of home. Faces we only show when we reach inside and become… Primitive. This time, for all of us to see. So be ready, and begin to picture it: Yuna Matou. Elizabeth Graham. Collars, toys and silk sheets. Enjoy.”
Inside, was a hotel room of green, cream and wooden varnishes. Paintings were over the headboard, with antique furniture set one way and a small kitchen space at the other. The bed was simple and King-size, fit for a royal leaving their 9 to 5, bachelor party or those from abroad. The businessman, the high-rollers, the weekend vacationer. The room was dark. Not until Mazikeen turned on the lamp in the corner. Maisilyn was seated in an old arm chair in-front of Maze, facing the room and sipping from a glass. “Since we started to live closer than ever before, we've all fantasized about the banging that goes on next door." She looked to the camera. "Fights, hearts being broken, make-up sex. All the many-many shouting matches we only hear through our walls. Just -what- are they doing?”
Maisilyn snaps her fingers casually.
“Kiss and don’t tell, I’d say.” Then bridged her hands together, folding one leg over the other. “But when has that ever stopped anyone? While I personally love a good secret, I certainly wouldn’t judge a thing. In-fact. Maze?”
Maze appeared from behind the seat, having crouched to search underneath, pulling a white collar that wasn’t meant to be discovered. She presented it to the camera, and Maisilyn looked to hide a small annoyance behind a slightly bigger smile. “This is what goes on behind closed doors. Fantasies beyond your wildest comprehension, for the dirtiest minds within the comforts of home. Faces we only show when we reach inside and become… Primitive. This time, for all of us to see. So be ready, and begin to picture it: Yuna Matou. Elizabeth Graham. Collars, toys and silk sheets. Enjoy.”
