The Masquerade

[thesteedman]

Sophia Wolfe hated every moment of this.

The entire ordeal felt like some manner of cult meeting, like the villains in the comics she read having a secret gathering. It was all so hush hush, meeting at an allotted rendezvous that had been assigned a day before, being picked up in black limos and carted off in the late night hours. Sophia was wearing a long black cloak with a hood, wearing a masquerade mask over her eyes to hide her identity that was required. She had redone her hair, to try and further conceal herself, being loose and somewhat stylishly unkempt. After a prolonged drive, she was pulled up to an estate, being guided by a fellow cloaked figure through the garden outside a massive mansion.

The estate in question was an impressive sized mansion, all lit up with night lights as a distant haze was visible emanating from behind the estate.
“Your destination is through that door and out the other end.” A feminine voice came from her guide before her, before the woman slunk back towards the car, perhaps off to go and collect another, or perhaps Sophia was already amongst the last. With a defeated sigh, Sophia began to walk towards the double doors of what looked like some manner out courtyard area. The doors swung open slowly as she approached, as two more hooded figures stood at each one, guiding Sophia through.

Already she could feel an odd sensation, like vibrations in the ground, as if something was happening beyond the other side of the courtyard doors.
“Your cloak please madam.” A voice spoke from one of the hooded figures, as Sophia took a deep and nervous breath.
“Of course.” She whispered, before unhooding herself, revealing her dark mask and her beautiful angelic facial features. Her mask was selected specifically to hide most of her scar, but she had used makeup to blend away what little was visible, to try and hide who she was from strangers waiting for her. Her make up was more gothic than usual in nature, her lips darkened, with eyeliner below the mask to give the deception her mask was deeper. It made her feel like Batman when she had been applying it, but it was small comfort to her given where she was going.

The two hooded figures guided the rest of her own cloak from her body, taking it away to reveal that stunning and intoxicating build Sophia had fine tuned over many years. Clad in little more than an exquisite two piece black bikini, little was left to the imagination. Her top was strapless, a revealing and decorative band wrapped around her chest. Her bottoms were much thinner than she would have desired, often one to wear boyshort underwear. These were more revealing than usual, leaving much of that perfect stomach on full display. Around her hips was a semi transparent shawl, with the rest of that body left exposed and slightly glistening in the low light.

Taking a deep breath, the cloaked figures guided her on with a motion towards the doors at the end… walking barefoot, Sophia tried to calm her nerves, having been invited to this audacious and most private event. As she pushed the doors open, she was met with a blare of intense dance music. Women of varying size, build, ethnicity and beauty all cheering as they welcomed the new mysterious arrival. The colours were an affront to the senses, with all women wearing masks of masquerade theme themselves, all clad in swimsuits of varying exposure, with some much more extreme than others.

The grand and massive pool was lit up with shifting colours, with floats and several hot tubs also situated around it. Balloons and blow up toys were being hurled through the air, with a set up dance floor at the far end of the pool that seems to spread into the pool itself. Bodies were close together, women dancing sensually as a DJ that was clearly a masked Eve Summers began to bang out tunes. Maids in masks also patrolled the pool, clad in revealing bikini’s, taking and offering drinks in smooth motion, keeping the party supplied. To one side was a large set up ring, where two woman were wrestling each other in what looked like oil, writhing and slipping together.

Already, a Maid approached Sophia, giving her a luminous cocktail. Sophia took it, but she did not know what to do with it as she began to walk deeper into the chaos. She could not see Miss Reyes, the one who orchestrated her arrival. After denying her the other night when Asp was with her, this was Sophia’s penance. Though the German beauty suspected this was already on the cards no matter what she had done. Apparently she had organised this entire night… and the Baroness, Stephanie Renaud, had been all too eager to fund and house it. A Masquerade pool party… And here Sophia was, in the heart of the dragon's den with no hope of escape.

[BlackAkuma]

Dolores Reyes loved every moment of this.

Growing up on her little coffee farm, she’d often fantasized about going to this event, rubbing elbows with the bourgeoisie. She would catch glimpses of parties like this, held by the well-to-do who frequently visited her city. They’d always seemed out of reach, and she could only fantasize about what it would be like to have that power, that money, that influence. To hold out your hand and have a drink handed to you. Tell a servant where to go and satisfy your wants. It was the sort of intoxicating lifestyle that few could conceive of.

And here she was, right in the middle of it. The creator of it, in fact. It had taken no small amount of pull to make such an event like this happen, but she had stretched herself out and made all the right contacts, culminating in her time with Stephanie Renaud. A fascinating woman, the two of them had struck it off quite well, sharing more than a few interests, carnal and otherwise. The Renaud estate was at her disposal, and she had made the most of it. Mingling. Dancing. Talking. Standing among the elites, she took a deep breath, full of pride.

But, grand as it was, one thing was missing - her partner. Judging by the crowd, that missing piece had just arrived.

The crowd was thick, and the lights were low, but Lola made her way through the throngs with little effort, practiced as she was from navigating the throngs of clubs in her home country. It helped that her outfit blended into the darkness, a sleek dress that clung to her curves and cut low to put her chest on fine display, with slits that let her legs slip out after every step. She stalked through the shadows like a tiger in the shades, searching for her prey, and she didn’t have to look terribly hard - even with the mask, Sophia stood out in a crowd. A radiant beauty, Lola had to stop for a moment to appreciate her glowing form, finally wearing something that suited her magnificent body. Katherine Hart was a lucky woman.

Or she was, rather. Whether she knew it or not, Sophia was Lola’s now, mind and body, and she would have her fill of the woman tonight. No interruptions, no friendly visits to get in the way. All hers.

With a knowing grin, Lola slipped along and came up behind Sophia, reaching out from the shadows to pull her in. One hand at her waist, the other at her chest, she pressed their bodies together and whispered in the woman’s ear.

”Mosca,” Her voice was a whisper and growl, tickling her prey’s ear. ”I found you.”

[thesteedman]

It was only a matter of time. Sophia suspected Lola already had her eyes upon her the moment she entered. It was just hard to detect her when so many others were looking. This was not Sophia's kind of scene. The nightlife was a concept that was new to her, and one she had begun to dip her toe in by being friends with Asp and beginning a relationship with Kat. It was difficult for someone like Sophia, but she was making the most of it, hitting the town at a later hour, sharing drinks. Dare she say, she began to enjoy it... but this was a step too far. This was something beyond her.

Clad in so little clothing, exposed as she was with all eyes upon her. She just prayed no one figured out who she was. She had done her hair differently, shifted her makeup... her outfit was something she would never openly wear... but then it was not the one she selected. This was all Lola's doing, so it was no wonder she was able to source her out from a line. It was all Sophia could do to battle a flinch when she felt those hands smoothly begin to take her fascinating form. One hand slid over her waist, tracing over that marvel of a stomach, as another hand possessively came to slide just above her breast, tracing along her cleavage before she found herself in a firm embrace, as Lola herself began to press up behind her.

Sophia did well to remain calm... part of this arrangement was that Sophia had to act like she belonged to her. To flinch upon her touch would instantly induce the more wrathful side of The Body. For certain, she would not punish her here, but it would certainly fashion a tab she would cash in on later. Sophia closed her eyes and took a calm breath as Lola pulled her in deeper, feeling her breasts press up against her back as her lips remained by her ear, almost teasing it with her lips. She could feel a barefoot slide up against one of her own legs in a slow purposeful fashion.
"Lola..." Sophia whispered, trying to ignore the advances of the woman who had become her bane. Seeing a few prying eyes upon the pair, she carefully placed a hand over Lola's as it traced across her cleavage, trying to look like she belonged... but it did not come naturally to her.

"What are we doing here?" Sophia whispered, her eyes tracing over the vast party, the people bouncing on the dancefloor and in the pool as Eve's setlist slipped into full beat, hitting the base in a way only she could.

[BlackAkuma]

God, this outfit. This woman. This body. Did Sophia truly not know how hot she was? Lola had seen beauties from all over, had come across women of every shape in size in her profession as a model, and while she wouldn’t call herself an expert, she was confident enough to say how rare such a form was. The right mixture of muscle and power and femininity. Strength, bursting from the skin. Even with the scar, Sophia could’ve been gracing the covers of magazines and spreading her name far and wide, she could be a world-class talent, a household name…

And yet, she spent her time in her apartment with her cute little girlfriend, hiding away like some demure little waif. Lola was doing her a favor, bringing her here, whether she realized it or not.

Looking over her shoulder, Lola could see others eying her prize, as if they would like to take her place, but she shooed them with a dangerous gaze and fiery smile, a look meant to communicate one word: ‘Mine’. Sophia was her toy, and she wasn’t in the mood to share. Tonight.

She brought her leg around Sophia’s, sliding up to her thigh, as if she might pull the woman into her clutches here and now, give the people a show - a tempting thought, but she kept her desires in check. Instead, she moved around Sophia and got a good look at her from the front, nodding with approval. She’d thought the dress would make her pop with these lights, and she had been 100% correct, as always.

Lola took a moment to drink in the woman’s form, drinking it in with a lick of her lips, before she acknowledged her words. ”We’re here to file taxes. What else would we be doing at a party?” She enjoyed a small laugh at her own joke, then took Sophia’s hand, holding it as if they were two lovers getting ready for a stroll. There was a tight squeeze, however. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep the blonde in check. ”Hm. You’ve really never been to something like this, have you? Poor thing.”

[thesteedman]

Lola drank in all of her appearance, up close and personal, making sure her legs brushed against Sophia's, her bare foot tracing and teasing her own, whilst those hands decided to explore her form just a little. Tragically, Sophia had actually donned such an outfit similar before, but it had been for her good friend Asp's eyes during the belly dancing lessons. If the Egyptian beauty could see her now, no doubt she would be impressed. Granted, this was more on the revealing side. Without the decorated skirt, much if not virtually all of Sophia's legs were left exposed, save for the shawl that acted more like a mini skirt. Sophia had to battle a sour expression as Lola traced her hand over her bare stomach, always keeping up close with her, her touch nearly always upon her. That hand shifted to take Sophia's own in a firm grip, to let her quietly know to stay close and that tonight she was Lola's.

She began to walk, leading Sophia deeper into the festivities as it were, their path tracing around the vast pool. The ground was damp from all the splashing and the dancing, the vast water feature turned into half the dance floor as bikini clad bodies moved in unison to the beat of the music. Lights flashed a myriad of various colours in fast succession, as Eve was lit up, clad in a mask that barely covered her own features, lost in the moment as the music took control of the atmosphere with Eve being the mastermind behind it. As overwhelming as it normally would be for someone of Sophia's temperament, right now she preferred to be lost to the masses. Where she stood, all eyes were upon her, and she feared anyone guessing who she was, especially with Kat out of town right now.
"If given the option, I prefer a good book." Sophia lied. She'd prefer a comic in truth, but Lola did not have to know that.

By now the two were at the edge of the vast and rather extravagant pool, edging towards the actual dancefloor which bled into the pool. There was a large amount of space, perhaps a hundred or so bodies upon the flashing surface all moving sensually and in rhythm with each other. By now Sophia could have sworn she figured out a few of those present. Katherine Scarlett was unmistakable due to her blue hair, having found a place on the dance floor with what Sophia could guess was her lover Clara GASTER, clad in a white masquerade mask with a Shadow Lord style theme. Sophia turned away from them, knowing the two of them very well and fearing being recognised.
"I am serious Miss Reyes. What is the ambition here? If I am recognised..." Sophia began without finishing. It was perhaps the only arrow she had to go up against Lola's canon. She would not deny Lola had her in her trap, bound to her through the terrible video. That said, if Sophia was spotted with her in this place... whilst it would be devastating to Sophia Wolfe, the dangerous LAW Wrestler would instantly take it out upon her in full. The secrecy of this and the threat of reveal was what kept Sophia in this twisted prison, what kept her in line.

Of course, it did not take Sophia long to figure out that no doubt the danger of it all was what Lola thrived on. The risk of discovery, the torment of what Sophia was going through... the fear of it all. It was a foolhardy statement Sophia realised all at once, and the solemn look in her eyes all but answered her own question.
"Lola. Why subject me to all of this? You do not possess any feelings for me. Is it all just out of spite? Is it just because you think that you can?" Sophia whispered, trying to find the right balance that her voice would carry without giving her unique accent away.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola could tell that Sophia was trying hard to not be seen, shy little waif that she was, but it wasn’t going to work. While she herself was the hottest thing in this room, the blonde was a close second, and between the two of them, there was simply no stopping the eyes that gravitated towards their way. They might as well have been magnetized, with so many gazes turning their way, commanding attention with every step.

It was the sort of mood she’d long for, and had sadly been unable to find much of in Japan. Back home, crowds like this had been her environment, her home. She lived for the beat, the bounce, the bumping, and being amongst ti again was invigorating. She wished there was a stage she could get on and just dance the night away…

But this was satisfying, too. Even if Sophia was trying her level best to ruin it. ”’A good book’.” She repeated the words with no small amount of derision. ”Sophia, you are both the most and least interesting person I have ever met. It’s genuinely impressive. I’m not sure how you pull it off.” A joke, but one she knew that Sophia wouldn’t find funny, so she had a little laugh for the both of them.

She didn’t answer Sophia’s question right away, instead leading her through the throngs until she found a nice, secluded pillar to stand in the shadow of. Once they had some privacy - as much as one could ever expected here - she gently but forcibly pushed Sophia up against, pinning the thinner woman there with her thick body, her eyes gleaming up at her in the darkness.

”Hm. I have feelings for you, Sophia. Lust is a feeling. My favorite.” She leaned in and took a deep breath, sighing as she savored the scent. ”Amusement. Hunger. Satisfaction. Joy. Desire. All feelings. I could make a list.” Lola leaned back and gave the woman a playful tap on the nose.

”You’re here because I want you to be. That’s all you need to know. Now before we go on…” She puckered up and tapped her black, bee stung lips. ”Kiss. And a good one.”

[thesteedman]

Naturally Sophia did not see the amusement that Lola did when she made her comment about the German being both somehow of both disinterest yet also of fascination to her. Her expression remained stoic, aided by the mask that covered a portion of the upper part of her beautiful face. She followed Lola with little choice in the matter, her hand still taken by her own as the two navigated through gatherings and dancing bodies in quick succession. It took Sophia off guard when Lola chose a more isolated spot, bringing Sophia away from most of the prying eyes to a more secluded location by one of many pillars.

Sure, there was some lingering figures, all drinking and conversing, laughing along and taking the rare quiet as they lingered on the edges of the party. There was little light here, save for the garden spotlights that helped illuminate some of the grand pillars, one of which Lola took to the half shadows when she would press Sophia against it. Sophia gasped, feeling the cold of the marble press against her back, before Lola herself would press up against her front, her chest managing to clash against her own whilst Lola's bare stomach began to firmly grind against Sophia's. Her breath caught in her chest, when Lola continued to slide her form up against her, one of her legs tracing Sophia's own as she continued to grind her form against the German's well tuned figure.

"You twist words like it is a game. You know what I speak of. What you 'feel' is infatuation and nothing more." Sophia tried to retort in her defence. She spoke surprisingly well despite how up close and personal Lola was against her, but Lola knew Sophia's tells by now, even when she tried to conceal them. Lola was making her very nervous right now, as she should. Any defiance Sophia possessed was soon quashed when Lola slowly forced her form just a little deeper against Sophia. Their chests were pressed near flat, whilst her bare stomach seemed to meld with Sophia's, making her gasp softly when Lola made her demands.

Her last 'visit' to Lola's abode still lingered. Lola enjoyed her twisted games, and her last one was not without its purpose. Sophia recalled being breathless as those dangerous legs of hers squeezed what felt like the near life from her body, like a constrictor's dangerous and deadly coils. The rules of the game had been vague, with Sophia scrambling for submission after what felt like an hour. Much to her own dismay, the key to her release was to kiss Lola upon her lips, and to kiss her with a passion saved for Katherine Hart.

Fortunately Lola did not know how she kissed her lover, she did not offer Lola that kiss, but she still had to make it believable. It was a pathetic attempt at claiming a small victory in what was otherwise total defeat. Now... Lola expected such a kiss from her when prompted, and this was one of those situations right now. Feeling those dangerous legs teasingly slide up one of her hips, Sophia would comply to the demand, like some form of trained pet much to her own chagrin. She slipped in close, letting her lips meet with Lola's, parting to let their tongues slowly engage. Sophia hated this, and Lola knew it, she even thrived on it as the two began to kiss in private. A few seconds passed, before Sophia dared to slip back softly, hoping that she had satisfied her wicked tormentor for now. A significant thought began to fabricate that perhaps Asp was right... maybe it was time to damn her own reputation and be free of this hell.

Fortunately, no eyes were upon the two... but Sophia wondered how long Lola would keep it that way.

[BlackAkuma]

Lola breathed deep as she pressed against Sophia’s form, savoring the sensation of their bodies molding against each other, every curve slipping into place, as if they were meant to be. Their forms could hardly have been more different, with her own being fulsome and curved, made to draw eyes and make hearts race, while Sophia’s hardened body was a deadly work of art. But that contrast made it all the more exciting and precious in Lola’s mind. She could have so many women of so many types, but one like this would rarely come her way. She had to savor it.

To say nothing of the thrill she received from knowing that this woman could, if she so desired, utterly wreck her shit. She reminded Lola of the elephants at the circus she frequented as a child. So powerful, unstoppable if they wished to, and yet they were so used to captivity that a wooden stack and a singe rope could keep them in line.

She had another laugh, a low one, that rumbled through their pressing bodies, chuckling at Sophia’s meager attempts at defiance. Cute. For now.

”Hm. Infatuation isn’t so bad. Useless. More than love.” Her leg slid around Sophia’s as she fought the urge to get in a quick squeeze here and now, while they were in the shadows. She’d thought their last session would quell her cravings for a while, but that just hadn't been the case, not even close. She was addicted to crushing this woman, and she needed her fix…

…but she would wait, until later. She could hold off, and Sophia's kiss was as good a substitute as any. Lola moaned as the woman pressed her lips for the embrace, their mouths meeting and mingling. Being honest, it wasn’t even that good - either Sophia was still holding back, or she was just naturally a bad kisser, and either possibility was as likely as the others. But it hardly mattered one way or another. The mere fact that she could make Sophia do this despite her wishes was enough to compensate for any lack.

Sophia moved away after a few seconds, though Lola leaned in for a quick nip before she could get all the way out of reach. She smacked her lips and licked them, ensuring she didn’t miss any sweet German taste. ”Hm. Decent.”

Satisfied, she stepped away and pulled Sophia along with her, keeping an arm around her waist to continue the contact, keeping her in control and letting them be seen. Sophia was hers and hers alone, and she wished everyone knew it. ”So, tell me,” She absent-mindedly waved to a passing man who seemed to recognize her. ”You’ve been in LAW long enough. You’ve heard of the Baroness. What do you think of her?”

[thesteedman]

Sophia felt that nervousness slip into her core. A certain radiance began to emanate from Body when her thoughts darkened, and regrettably the German beauty was becoming accustomed to it. The way her eyes closed just a little, the manner in which she nearly hummed as pressed her body up against Sophia's. She could feel her leg climbing up her own, her thigh coming to press against the side of her hip whilst the rest of her leg carefully slid around her rear. The Body let herself fall into the kiss, unaware Sophia was holding back, but caring not. She got her thrill from this form of domination and command. Her leg curled just a little more, near locking in a one legged body scissor, as Sophia could feel her battling with temptation.

When the platinum blonde pulled away, Lola was not quite done with her, near squeezing her tight with one leg, slipping in and pressing hard against her scantily clad form to get an extra kiss from her. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was hungry and it was longing, before she licked deviously over her own lips. Sophia might have groaned in disgust, but she knew better than to do that... especially as the two were dangerously in public. Still, the shortness of her breath gave enough of a tell to Lola at the very least that Sophia did not approve of this. Fortunately the kiss was enough to sait Lola, for the time being. Fearing Lola might leap up and wrap those infamous legs around her, Sophia could only quietly sigh in relief when that one leg that threatened her slowly uncurled from around her hip. Lola made sure to get as much contact as possible, her foot tracing over her rear whilst her thigh slid along her hip.

Sophia barely had a moment to gather herself when Lola went back on the move, her hand taking her own once more as before to pull her close before pressing up besides her, sliding that arm around her lower back for her hand to curve around her hip. She made sure to keep skin contact with her, walking with purpose as Sophia had no choice but to follow her. The two seemed to slowly be making their way from the quiet back to the soul of the party. Rather than walk in silence, Lola was always one to bring up topics of conversation, even during the darker hours when she had her way with her. This was no different when Lola began to bring up the subject of the party's host for tonight... The Baroness.

"Stephanie Renauld? I have crossed paths with her a few times. Our meetings have been brief but somewhat casual, I dislike the look of her eyes when she gazes at me. A deplorable woman but with significant wealth. I know she owns this estate. As the Baroness is an excellent wrestler who wastes her talents by calling upon Maids to help her when she does not even need them. I believe her to have the capability to challenge for the Openweight Championship if her mind was not polluted by her twisted ambitions and desires. She is truly a terrible person. I would say in good faith the pair of you would probably get along." Sophia mentioned, making conversation mostly as a means to keep Lola occupied with converse rather than her more base desires with her. It was only as she finished her answer that the penny would drop... coming to a sudden realisation with her closing statement as it were.

If Lola really did organise this party... then she was already well acquainted with the woman who owned the land it was being staged on.

[BlackAkuma]

It was taking no small amount of self-control for Lola not to just leap on Sophia, pin her down, and start going to town on her with her legs, wrapping her up for a good, long squeeze. This was one of the few public places where she could’ve gotten away with it, most likely. It wasn’t as if the Baroness’ lifestyle was a secret. Everyone here knew of it and either approved or were smart enough not to voice their displeasure. They likely would’ve written it off as mere entertainment, watching on and laughing as the poor blonde writhed and cried and begged for mercy.

It pained her to have the opportunity in her face and have to let it go, but alas, she could be a good girl for a little while longer. The payoff would be more than worth it.

When Lola had asked Sophia what she thought of Stephanie, she had expected, at best, a couple of sentences voicing her distaste of the woman. Instead, she was treated to a miniature treatise, one that brought a wry smile to her face. It was always fun to see the woman’s shell open, even if she had to pry it with a crowbar, sometimes.

”A good guess, correct one.We’ve hit it off rather well. I’ve a way of attracting pretty blondes, it seems.” She pulled in closer to Sophia at the end of her joke, comfortable in the woman’s personal space. ”She knows what she wants, and she takes it. No apologies, no remorse. There’s no shame in that. It’s the only way to live, if you don’t want to get trampled over.”

A sad note slipped its way into her final sentence, one she hurriedly shoved away. It was a lesson she’d learned early on in life, a life where she had to claw her way out of the muck for anything and everything she wanted. If she hadn't been aggressive, if she hadn't fought, she would’ve lived and died on that pitiable, pathetic farm. But she was destined for better things, she knew it, and she fought for it, and now she was here, rubbing shoulders with the sort of people whose jewelry cost more than her parents made in an entire year.

Idle thoughts. Silly thoughts. Thoughts that dissipated as she made her way to the main attraction of this gathering. The central chamber of the Baroness’ mansion had been transformed into a fighting pit, a large circular mat on the floor where two women wrestled in oil, surrounded by a baying crowd. Right now, they watch a petite redhead take on a muscular bruiser with black hair, one of the Baroness’ maids - Kaylah, Lola recalled.

She only knew her name because she was the one who seemed to be around her mistress the most, constantly at her beck and call, and with good reason. The woman was built like a brick wall and was only about half as friendly as one. At the moment, she was tearing the poor redhead girl apart, wrapping her in a side bodyscissor that flattened her midsection to mush. She kicked, screamed, and squealed, but Kaylah only amped up the pressure and looked on with this unflappable iron stare, unwavering and unflinching.

And there, watching for a platform, sitting on a sofa large enough to hold her and few maids, was the Baroness. A queen looking over her queendom.