Glass Inferno : Amandine vs Lindsay

[NoChill27]

Hentai Submission Match

Special Gimmick : Plexiglass box match. The wall will slowly close in on the center.

A low, sultry beat throbbed through the arena as a column of mist curled around the entrance ramp. The crowd stirred—then erupted—as the figure of **Amandine Mayeux** emerged from the haze.

Her long white hair shimmered under the spotlights, her signature drill-shaped bangs perfectly framing her face like the finishing flourish of a masterful sculpture. Her skin glowed with a subtle sheen, accentuating every carved muscle along her broad, powerful shoulders and strong muscles

Dressed in nothing more than in her favourite white bikini, Amandine walked with the slow, deliberate confidence of someone who knew exactly the effect she had. Each step made the round swell of her hips sway just enough to draw eyes. Not to mention, the bounce of her full, barely contained breasts demanded attention with every movement. Even the tiniest step sent a ripple across her chest, a hypnotic rhythm in sync with the flick of her hair and the slight smirk tugging at her lips.

The bikini left little to the imagination, her sculpted physic akin to those of ancient Greek.were on full display, the fabric cutting high to reveal the sensual curve of her exposed cheeks, flexing slightly as she sauntered toward the plexiglass ring.


One hand slid along the plexiglass wall as she stepped inside, her fingers tracing the cold surface. Amandine turned to face the crowd, rolling her shoulders once, making her chest rise and bounce. Her purple eyes glinted with anticipation. This wasn't just a fight—it was a performance.

And the show had just begun.

And she couldn't way to enjoy her new...treat.

Spoiler

[FreshBritishSalmon]

This was not what Lindsay had expected out of LAW. She had known about the company's interest in lewdness, especially given there was an entire division based around it, but she never would have considered they would get this creative or gimmicky with matches. Not that she was adverse to the idea, of course. Being forced into a cramped box with her opponent, both of them scantily clad while the box slowly squeezes closer and closer, like a trash compacter? Sounded intriguing to the American.

She naturally was eager to get involved and arrived at the arena in high spirits, slipping on her standard attire, which was innately more skimpy than a lot of other girl's attires, before bounding out to the ring, which was encased in plexiglass, as she had been told. Once she reached it, she rubbed her hands on it, before giving it a knock to test for firmness. It was solid.

Soon enough, she got to her door and opened it up. There she saw her opponent, dressed ready for combat, and acting very seductive. She grinned and winked at her, trying to charm her a little bit, before greeting herself. "Lindsay Norwood, good to meet you. Let's have a blast, kay?" She said, stretching briefly in preparation to fight.

Lindsay

[NoChill27]

Amandine’s purple eyes gleamed the moment Lindsay stepped inside the tightening plexiglass cage. The contrast between them was striking—Lindsay barely coming up to her chest, all bright confidence and springy enthusiasm… while Amandine stood above her like a statue sculpted for sin, broad-shouldered, towering, and dripping with predatory intent.

A slow smile curved along Amandine’s lips as she watched Lindsay test the plexiglass. Cute. Very cute.

She began walking toward her opponent, deliberately unhurried. Each step sent a visible ripple through her powerful thighs, her hips rolling with decadent weight, her breasts bouncing in a rhythm far too calculated to be accidental. Her long white hair trailed behind her like a banner of pale silk, swaying with each confident stride.

“Well,” she purred under her breath as she closed the distance, “they certainly sent me quite the cutie tonight…”

When she reached Lindsay, Amandine stopped—then leaned forward. She bent low, lowering her entire massive frame until her face hovered inches from Lindsay’s. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, and the crowd’s roar dimmed into a private little cocoon of tension.

Eye to eye at last.

Amandine’s smile widened.

“Nice meeting you, Lindsay,” she said, voice warm and wicked. “My name is Amandine Mayeux…”

Her tongue slipped out, slow and deliberate, tracing sensually across her upper lip.

“…but you can call me mommy once I’m done with you.”

The plexiglass walls hummed softly as they began their slow,gradual inward crawl—yet the French woman didn't paid it any mind. Amandine’s gaze was fixed entirely on the smaller red hair girl, hungry and eager.

The match hadn’t started.

But Amandine had.

[FreshBritishSalmon]

Lindsay wasn't expecting her opponent to be so big, but there was nothing she could do about that now. The plexiglass had already started its movements and Amandine had already began to sensually talk to her. Lindsay stayed composed as her opponent tried to play kind games on her, before bringing her face forward when Amandine brought hers down, booping their noses together.

"Takes more than a bigger body to intimidate me" Lindsay remarked, their noses touching, as if they were already fighting. "And I don't call anyone mommy unless they can prove they deserve it" She said confidently, puffing out her abdomen a little bit.

"But enough waffling, shall we begin?" Lindsay said, preparing for battle.