To Hex a Yōkai: Chie Akiyama vs Aura Hex

[Misfit_Alien]

'Lady Kitsune', Chie Akiyama vs Aura Hex, 'The Kiss that Conjures'
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten-count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

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"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Hokkaido, Japan...She is the single-most enchanting yōkai to roam the halls of LAW...standing at 5'11 and weighing in at 141 lbs...the feisty fox-spirit...LADY KITSUNE, CHIE AKIYAMA!!!"

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Chie stood at the top of the ramp with soft, lantern-like lighting blanketing the path forward, enthralling the crowd and bringing about the atmosphere of a forest shrine shrouded in the mist. Smoke billowed from beyond the curtain backstage, filling the arena with this spectral, haunting environment...but here came Chie, lighting up the path forward with every step she took, another set of lanterns appearing as she walked calmly toward the ring, her tails swaying in the air as her coat flapped softly. She brushed her ears and played coy with the audience, batting her eyes and charming those in the front with her feminine wiles and otherworldly levels of warmth and charisma, her playful attitude leaving many flustered and starstruck before she finally entered the ring, where she continued her little performance~...

She would dazzle and charm the crowd, methodically moving and dancing around the ring like a playful spirit, her movements slow yet precise before she suddenly sped up. It was like a ghostly haze, truly living up to her namesake as she chuckled softly, her voice carried by the wind as the audience looked on in awe, totally bewitched by the Japanese woman's presence before the smoke finally dissipated. Following that rather spectacular display, Chie would begin removing her entrance garb, along with her faux fur tails and ears, letting her full figure be out on display. Her slim yet toned figure still in top condition, even after her rough injury years prior to joining LAW. She stretched and brushed her hair out of her face, the painted markings along her cheeks shining vibrantly like her eyes...yet, of course, behind this playful facade was a cunning woman who was already calculating, preparing, and making sure that she had a strategy in mind to secure victory for herself...while others were lost in the warmth of the otherworldly, 'Lady Kitsune'...Chie Akiyama, the competitive former mixed martial artist, was already trying to figure out how to spell her opponent's downfall. Speaking of-...her would-be foe for the evening would arrive soon, and so after Chie finished her stretches, she returned to her corner, smiling softly in an aloof and mischievous manner.

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[Parker]

Black Sheep - Metric (v/Brie Larson)

The arena trembled with a low, electric hum, the kind of static that prickled the skin and made every ear strain for what was coming next. Smoke from Chie’s entrance still lingered, clinging stubbornly to the stage, yet instead of dispersing, it thickened, curling and expanding. Something shifted within it. A heartbeat of bass thumped through the haze, steady and sensual, followed by the pulse of a drum.

Color bled into the fog. First faint streaks, then a spreading glow. Hot, wicked pink that slithered like liquid fire. Neon mist poured over the ramp, blanketing the floor in a haze that turned the entrance into something otherworldly.

Then came the laugh. A devilish giggle that echoed from everywhere at once, bouncing off the rafters and seeping into the bones of the crowd. The moment it faded, the lyrics slammed to life, and with them, the spotlights flared, each snapping on with the heavy clunk of a lever thrown. Pink, teal, green, blue, lights painted the smoke in shifting neon hues until it was a glowing storm of color.

The final light cracked on in time with her theme’s first spoken lyrics, silhouetting a lone figure. Head bowed, arms stretched wide, fingers curled into unmistakable devil horns. The crowd roared as her head whipped back. Fiery red hair catching the lights in shimmering waves, the frames of her steampunk-styled goggles gointed with a reflected sheen.

was a walking contradiction, a fever dream of frills, lace and leather. Victorian corsetry married to modern edge, as if she’d stepped right out of someone’s half-forbidden fantasy. She wore her allure openly, thriving in that delicious space between kitsch spectacle and raw temptation. A flash of golden eyes sealed the moment before she burst forward, vaulting into a no-hands cartwheel and landing low in a theatrical bow, striking her pose like a performer on center stage to the adulation of the crowd.

Her walk down the ramp was no mere walk. Every step was deliberate, hips swaying, shoulders rolling, her body angled just so to present every curve as if she were sculpted for this exact stage. The neon mist curled around her thighs, trailed over her calves, licking at her over her feet like it wanted to climb higher. Aura basked in it, every ounce of attention hers to command.

At ringside she lingered, one sly glance over her shoulder, lips curling in a knowing smirk before she dropped low to the apron. Slipping under the ropes on hands and knees, she clawed her way across the canvas, arching her back in a long, luxurious stretch that showcased her form as if she were on display. Only then did she uncoil to her full height, rising with a feline grace, arms outstretched to drink in the heat of the crowd.

Aura Hex hadn’t just entered the ring, she had made it her alter. As her eyes rose to meet Chie, it seemed as though she had already decided on who would be laid out as its sacrifice tonight.

[Misfit_Alien]

When Aura arrived, Chie was forced to drink it all in, her mind inevitably going to those depths where desire began to take over. This woman was a walking aphrodisiac with how she carried herself, moving around with such freedom as she moved with purpose and passion. Every step deliberate, every pace exactly on rhythm as the lights danced across her skin while the foggy haze continued to spiral, enveloping the arena within this woman's bewitching spell. The Japanese woman couldn't quite stop herself from staring, watching with bated breath to try and study how her opponent moved as a means of figuring out potential strengths and weaknesses...however, the mature woman's keen sense of observation would be slowly turned against her as Chie and the crowd were quickly captivated by every motion that Aura took, being slowly pulled into the world of bliss and pleasure that the redheaded temptress sowed one hip sway at a time~...

Her outfit was a mash-up between different genres, it seemed, yet they blended so perfectly, giving her a truly unnatural allure that Chie couldn't quite explain, nor did she have any interest in doing so. Types like these were dangerous because of their openness and sensuality...Chie could tell that this woman wasn't a typical wrestler. The theatrics, the spectacle, and the promiscuity told the fox-themed joshi-wrestler a lot about her would-be opponent. So, when Aura finally entered the ring following that dazzling performance, Chie stuck to her role as she 'greeted' her adversary.

"Ufufu~" Chie laughed softly, her voice haughty and full of playful elegance. "My, oh my~...What an entrance! I've truly come across quite the surprise this evening. Now, who do we have here? A new soul treading these grounds? Flamboyant, ferocious, fiery...How VERY fascinating~...pray tell, my dear, who might you be?" Chie asked, batting her eyes toward Aura, scanning her over while welcoming her, but keeping the woman at arm's length the entire time. Her presence was so welcoming, yet at any moment, it would feel as if she'd disdainfully shove Aura away. It was beyond paradoxical, to say the least. She walked around the ring, circling Aura like a shark smelling blood in the water, but that contradicting presence of hers wasn't entirely hostile. "Such a lavish outfit...revealing, but still hiding just enough, I see...enticing the mind, stirring fantasies...baiting curiosity? Well, needless to say, you've certainly caught MY attention, dear."

[Parker]

Aura’s eyes lit up the moment she got a proper look at Chie. The fox’s getup, the elegant little flourishes, the sly way she carried herself, Aura drank it all in like a sweet she couldn’t wait to unwrap. Sher particularly liked the inclusion of the roses, they seemed to fit Chio to perfection. Beautiful, fragrant, and more than capable of drawing blood should your hands wander off to pluck them. It was an exciting prospect, one she fully intended to explore.

Aura’s lips parted in a slow, knowing smile as she followed Chie’s circling path with her golden eyes. They glittered with a curious mix of caution and something far less innocent, drinking in every sway of the fox’s movements as though she were already imagining the taste.

When the time came to speak, Aura’s voice rang out clear, threaded with the warmth of her Irish lilt yet careful, measured, every syllable deliberate. Her bright eyes stayed locked on Chie as if she were already savoring the sight of her.

“Some call me a witch,” she purred, lips curving into a teasing smile, “others say I’m nothin’ but trouble with legs.” She stepped further toward the center, hips swaying with languid rhythm, her gaze never wavering from the fox that circled her. “But those who are really lookin’ for my name…”

She paused, savoring the silence before she let it roll from her tongue like a spell. “I’m Aura. Aura… Hex.” The H came sharp and distinct, pronounced with deliberate care so it lingered in the air instead of vanishing beneath her accent. She held the sound, sultry and suggestive, as if she wanted Chie, and everyone watching, to savor the name as much as she did.

Her smirk widened, eyes narrowing with a playful glint. “But you, foxie…” her voice dipped lower, intimate, “you can call me whatever you like… so long as you say it breathless.”

She stepped lightly toward the center of the ring, each motion playful yet deliberate, her hips swaying with a dancer’s rhythm as her golden eyes never left Chie. “Flamboyant, fiery, ferocious…” Aura repeated with a grin, her voice lilting as though she were savoring the words like sweets. “Seems you’ve gone and gathered up all the F-words just for me. Silver tongue on ya, foxie. Makes me sound downright dangerous.”

A soft laugh slipped from her lips, warm and girlish, though the undertone of suggestion made it clear she was toying as much as teasing. She tipped her head, hair bouncing with a bit of volume as that grin widened. “An’ maybe, just maybe… I am.”

Step by step, Aura crept closer to Chie, taking measured side steps to slowly cut off her traversal of the outside of the ring, arms loose at her sides, her body language humming with restrained energy. She wasn’t pouncing yet, no, she was savoring the tease, letting Chie know she was being hunted even as she bathed her words in charm. “Careful now, darling… the more you circle, the more you’ve got me wantin’ to catch you. An’ once I’ve got you…” she gave a playful shrug, “I’ll not be lettin’ go too easy.”

When the kitsune mentioned her outfit, Aura gave a playful little roll of her hips, ending in a thrust to the side, her frilled trimming bouncing. “Lavish, is it? Revealin’, but not revealin’ too much? Aye, that’s the trick of it, isn’t it? Leave just enough for the imagination, but keep the rest for when I’ve got someone right where I want ‘em.” Her voice dipped low on the last words, sultry and suggestive, but her giggle that followed was bright, girlish, and bubbling with excitement.

She paused, licking her lips as her gaze raked over Chie openly. “An’ as for catchin’ your attention? Good. I’ve no plans of givin’ it back.” Aura turned a hand over like a seasoned presenter, held out in offering to Chie as if she approached her at a fine ball or gala seeking to dance.

“And you are?” She asked at last, the words lilting, teasing, almost sing-song. There was no doubt in her voice, nor real need to know. It was less a question and more a challenge, a purr that hinted she already had her own ideas of who Chie was to her: a prize, a puzzle, and a morsel she was dying to taste.

[Misfit_Alien]

Listening to Aura talk was mystifying. Chie had to keep herself focused and composed in an attempt to keep this elusive, vexing temptress at bay. She wasn't just captivating, she was hypnotic with her movements and words. Chie felt herself slowly unravel at the seams, and she didn't like it. She liked to keep her cards close to her chest, but with Aura...it felt as if that wasn't an option. It was all too close, too personal, too...intimate. Chie tried to fight it, but this woman was appealing to the carnal sensations deep within her soul, a type of feeling one couldn't just shove down and ignore.

With no other options, Chie decided to meet Aura halfway, letting out a soft breath as the witch presented herself to her, eyes scanning Chie as if to measure her up for a spell of sorts, secretly earning the woman's ire while Chie studied her right back. Then came Aura's invitation...and suddenly, and rather strangely, Chie felt her guard lower on its own as her mind focused on the woman's hand rather than her intentions. What WAS this woman doing to her? And why was it so...effective?

Trying not to let Aura suspect anything, the white-haired woman would retain her composure without showing any signs of potential weakness or discomfort. She would smirk, seeing the offered hand waving gently in front of her, Aura's inquisitive tone inviting her to share a bit about herself. Seeing no real harm in a little information exchange, Chie received Aura's welcome and got to do what many would likely pay a lot of money for in kissing Aura's hand, gently laying her lips along her fingers so that the woman would be able to feel the sensation, uninterrupted by her fingerless gloves. "Chie-...Chie Akiyama...known to some as Lady Kitsune, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance...Ms. Hex~..." She said, putting a similar emphasis on the redhead's stage name. They were kindred spirits, in that regard, two people playing a character amid this hectic clash of personalities and skill...although it didn't feel like Aura was hiding who she was behind this mask. If anything, it was practically the opposite, with this 'character' serving as a liberating, fulfilling outlet for who Aura was deep down.

Whereas Chie was merely using it as a guise for her true intentions...calculating, cunning, and devious...not unlike a fox, entirely.

"My, I've never met a witch before, fufufu-...certainly never a soul as salacious as yours~...How suggestive and sultry, hm~? The way you have the crowd wrapped around your finger already, swaying and flaunting your figure around like some scandalous vixen." She said, chuckling slightly. "I've only ever heard stories, but none have ever told tale of an arcane sorceress looking so divine~...I can't help but wonder if I'm already under your spell. If you are indeed 'trouble with legs' then I welcome you all the same...Foxes love to court danger, after all~" She would say, releasing Aura's hand. "I do wonder what business a witch could have with a yōkai such as myself...But I suppose conversing with spirits is part of your pedigree, no? However, you would do well to proceed with caution...playful as 'my kind' may be, we've still got our fangs in check all the same." She said, gently cupping Aura's chin in her palm, leaning in nice and close to stare directly into her eyes. "Hm~...Perhaps catching the attention of THIS spirit may prove too much for you to handle. We shall certainly see, won't we?" She said, turning away to walk to her corner, only to stop halfway and turn back toward Aura.

"Oh, and welcome to LAW, darling~...let's make this a night we'll BOTH remember~" She said, feigning blowing a kiss in her direction, teasing Aura a little before the bell finally rang, allowing these two to act on the friction and tension built between them.


DING DING DING!!!

[Parker]

Chie was right to be wary; a hand opened in offering is not something to be readily trusted. It was, however, in the kitsune’s choice to place her lovely lips upon Aura’s fingers that she managed to disarm the trap before it was sprung. Aura smirked wryly at the gesture, her head tilting just enough for a few strands of crimson hair to brush past her brilliantly golden eyes. Her intention had been the same—a showwoman’s flourish, a kiss laced with poison meant to bend Chie’s mind toward Aura’s every delight. But this… this was far more intriguing.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Aura purred, her Irish lilt curling soft and playful around the words. “But don’t worry, love… ye’ll have your turn with it soon enough.”

She let Chie’s affection linger, shifting her hand so her fingertips could trail lightly across the fox’s cheek. The touch was warm and feather-delicate, deliberate in its restraint, careful not to let her talon-black nails so much as graze that flawless skin.

“Not like one,” Aura corrected with a wicked grin, her voice dropping low. “Ye’ll find me quite scandalous.”

Her golden eyes roamed with hungry leisure, shameless in the way they drank Chie in. Every line, every curve, every deliberate sway of her body was savored like wine. And when Chie leaned closer to cup her face, Aura yielded gladly, chin nestling into that palm as though it belonged there. She breathed deep, her lips parting in a sound between a sigh and a purr, intoxicated by the faint scent clinging to her vulpine foe.

“Don’t fret your pretty tail, love,” she whispered, her breath hot against Chie’s lips, “take all the little nibbles ye want. I won’t complain.”

Her crimson locks tumbled forward as she leaned that fraction closer, golden eyes glowing like molten fire beneath the lights, daring the fox to claim what hovered just inches away. For a moment, Aura seemed perfectly content to let fate be sealed with a kiss upon her bespelled lips.

When Chie peeled away, Aura remained leaning forward, lips still pursed, her steamy stare narrowing with unspent heat. A smirk curved her mouth as she rose back upright, crimson hair falling back into place. Rather than chase the moment or fire back a sharp retort, she let her gaze linger, taking in the elegant sway of hips retreating and the roll of Chie’s curves.

Her hand lifted to her face, fingertips brushing over the place where Chie’s lips had lingered. She inhaled slowly, tasting the phantom sweetness left behind, before lowering her hand just enough to catch the playful kiss blown her way. Aura pressed it firmly to her breasts, cupping them with a grin.

“And what a fine welcome it is,” she murmured, her voice sultry and lilted, carrying just enough for the crowd to catch.

The bell rang. Aura stepped forward, golden eyes locked to her prey. Her cleavage gleamed beneath the lights as she began to circle, her movements slow, deliberate, side-steps spiraling inward. Her arms raised, loose but ready, her gait carrying the rhythm of a huntress savoring the chase. If Chie wished to lock up, Aura would meet her. If not, the witch would keep spiraling closer, waiting for the perfect opening to spring her spell.

[Misfit_Alien]

Oh, to be so free and fulfilled with every step you took and every word you spoke...it must be satisfying beyond belief, especially when you're able to indulge in your fantasies, vices, and desires without restriction. On any other day, Aura might've left Chie feeling sickened with disgust...but truthfully, the spectral, vulpine-themed woman was rather jealous of her opponent.

Aura didn't have to hide who she was or what she wanted. She wore it on her sleeve in big, bright neon letters. Meanwhile, Chie was secretly drowning in adult fantasy novels, unable to really address how she felt or what she desired. She knew what she wanted, but chasing after it always seemed out of the question. After all, who would want a withered rose like her? Someone who somewhat lost her step and grace...? Though for a moment, Aura made Chie feel like she was truly wanted...if only for a moment before the more pragmatic and straightforward side of the Japanese woman took over once the match began.


DING DING DING!!!


The bell rang, and the match was on, with both women slowly circling the ring, inching closer to each other. "Calling yourself scandalous? As if that needs any explanation, darling." Chie said. "Believe me, I can tell~...And to be honest, I'm admittedly jealous of how free-spirited you are...such confidence is befitting for a mistress of the arcane, I presume~..." She said, a small chuckle escaping her lips. "As for that little 'nibble' comment, well-...don't be surprised if I make due. Although I expect not to hear a peep out of you when I sink my fangs into your skin...not unless it's a squeak of abject bliss~..." She said, taking a bit of time to break the ice even further while they closed the gap. Chie's arms rested at her sides, her movements methodical and measured, the pace almost inhumanly sluggish as she practically drifted and glided around the ring like a haunting specter. Her eyes caught Aura's gaze, and her smile widened before her eyes fell across the witch's figure, admiring what she saw once more.

"Such ferocious passion...It makes me yearn for my youth all the more, but I suppose you'll provide all the spice an older soul like myself needs to feel alive again, hm?" Chie said, playing coy with Aura as she commented on her age, clearly over exaggerating just for the fun of it, trying to see if she could stir a reaction out of Aura...distract her, even for just a moment, in order to surprise her with what came next.

In a flash, Chie would demonstrate her shockingly deceptive levels of speed. It all came down to practiced movement, using every step and bit of stamina as efficiently as possible, knowing when and how to stop and start sprinting, and having the patience and wisdom to know the difference. Coming off an ACL tear, Chie spent years rehabilitating even outside the physical therapy sessions.

While not as quick as she was before, she made up for any shortcomings by keeping the pressure off her less favorable knee, pushing it only so far in matches while remaining keenly aware of when to push things just a little further to close any gaps or secure any critical opportunities...such as catching Aura off guard with a rather sudden Superkick right to her cheek, aiming to knock her opponent into quite the daze with such a hefty strike. However, the playful fox wasn't quite finished yet, as she would set her foot down and quickly whip around with a swift pivot, LASHING her shin and foot across the other side of Aura's head with a stiff Buzzsaw Kick, offering quite the welcome in the form of a deceitfully fast combination of devastating kicks, that...if Aura weren't quick enough to avoid or counter, would prove to be quite the bell ringer for the fiery redhead.

Should Aura collapse across the canvas following that impactful start from Chie, the kitsune-themed joshi would lean over, letting the likely dazed witch get a nice view of her cleavage while her hands rested gently on her lap and thighs, looking down at Aura, looming over her with a warm, playful smile...not unlike that of a mother's before addressing her opponent bluntly. "How's that for a 'fine welcome', my darling witch?" She asked teasingly, her eyes soft yet her gaze ice cold~...as if to twist a dagger into Aura's belly while comforting her at the same time...what a trickster, this fox.

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[Parker]

Aura moved like smoke at first, circling, her hips rolling with every slow sidestep, golden eyes locked on Chie as though she was already stripping away the fox’s tricks before they could be sprung. When the leg snapped upward, the witch dipped low, a dancer’s sway, crimson hair spilling forward as she slipped aside…almost.

Crack!

Chie’s foot still clipped her cheek, snapping her head to the side and sending her balance tumbling. Aura’s body jolted, her curves whipping with the impact before she reeled fully into the buzzsaw kick that followed, the shin hammering across the opposite side of her skull. The blow lit stars across her vision, her lips parting in a breathless gasp as her legs gave way.

She collapsed across the canvas in a roll, scarlet hair fanning around her flushed face, golden eyes glassy but glimmering faintly as if some dangerous spark still lingered beneath the haze. Her chest heaved, the swell of her bust rising and falling, sweat starting to glisten at her collarbones under the bright lights.

When her focus cleared enough, Aura found herself gazing up at Chie looming above her, cleavage framed perfectly in her line of sight, hands resting on thighs like a vision from some sultry fever dream. The fox’s smile was warm but cruel, a tilleto poised behind a velvet curtain.

Aura smirked faintly from the mat at her opponent’s teasing, lips curling despite the ache in her jaw. Her Irish lilt spilled soft and husky as she purred back, voice trembling but teasing all the same.

“Ahhh… darlin’, ye’ve a wicked way o’ makin’ an entrance,” she purred, golden eyes smoldering up at Chie. Her voice carried that low Irish lilt, a husky vibration that curled around every word. “Got some good kicks to go with those fine legs o’ yours…” The compliment wasn’t coy; it dripped like honey, meant to stick.

Propping herself up on an elbow, Aura let her hips roll lazily, curves swaying as if every motion were more a dance than a recovery. She rolled her mouth slightly, working the stiffness from her jaw, her gaze never leaving Chie’s figure above her. “Care to join me in a roll on the mat, foxie?”

Her words slithered out just as her body did, hips twisting in one sudden, sinuous surge as her long legs swept low. Smooth thighs flashed as her ankles hooked behind Chie’s Achilles tendon, pulling with a whip-quick motion. The canvas shook as Aura tried to topple her prey, tugging the fox down into her waiting grasp.

If Chie crashed down, Aura flowed with her, her body rolling in a liquid coil. She turned over onto all fours, sliding into place above her like a shadow draping across moonlight. Her crimson hair curtained them both as she loomed close, strands brushing against Chie’s chest as she breathed hotly against her.

She didn’t press down hard, no, her weight hovered, teasing, the barest pressure of her bust grazing Chie’s as her hands planted at either side of her shoulders. “Mmmm…” A low hum vibrated from Aura’s throat, her golden eyes glinting as she gazed down, savoring the sight of the fox beneath her.

“Now this,” she murmured, voice thick with suggestion, “this feels more like a welcome.” Her hips shifted just slightly, deliberately, the movement sensual rather than forceful as she settled her position. The referee leaned in, wary of a pin, but Aura’s smirk said otherwise. She wasn’t here to finish quickly. She was here to savor.

[Misfit_Alien]

While the initial contact was a glancing blow, the following Buzzsaw Kick met its mark, and with it, Aura fell to the canvas like a collapsing building, toppling over in a heap and nearly knocked out cold from the blow. Her eyes glazed over, and her body was trying to catch up to her mind as it reacted to the impact almost moments later, her chest rising and falling with every heavy breath she took. And yet, as Chie loomed over her, teasing her with a rather promiscuous pose that gave the witchy woman a lovely view of her assets, this didn't dismay or even upset Aura. In fact, the Irish woman couldn't help but SMILE...it was rather nerve-racking for the white-haired wrestler...her opponent was so unnatural and unnerving, and that strange allure that she had about her was far too strong to resist, almost as if her very presence was the embodiment of temptation itself.

Chie felt herself leaning in further and further, too charmed and curious as Aura shifted her body exactly as she needed to, luring the fox into her range. Against her judgment, Chie stepped forward, initially thinking she would grab hold of Aura if she tried anything, only for Aura to spring a trap on her. The Japanese woman figured she was the one in control here, but as Aura rolled those hips yet again, Chie fell victim to a brief moment of hesitation, which was all Aura needed as she invited the vulpine vixen to take a trip downstairs to the mat...those soft words dripping with deceit.

Before Chie could even retort, let alone answer, Aura was already on the move, displaying equally deceptive amounts of speed as she swept Chie's feet out from underneath her, bringing the kitsune-themed wrestler down to HER level, where things were nice and intimate, grounded and personal, where they could share the same air, tainted only by the natural scent of their figures. If Aura moved closer, she'd be able to pick up the slightest touch of Chie's preferred body wash or lotion...cherry blossoms...with a hint of vanilla? How exquisite, and rather befitting of a woman like Chie. This fox was certainly worth the trouble and then some...

As Aura's chest softly rolled over Chie's, the Japanese woman was left momentarily stunned by the raw sensuality of her opponent, paired with the slow, minor amount of friction being created. That, alongside the Aura's intentionally teasing hip roll, was enough to elicit a moan from Chie, one that was soft and quickly stifled...but there was a trace nonetheless, and surely like a shark sensing blood in the water, Aura would be able to detect that faintest hits of lust in the air.

"Nh-...well, I'm glad to make your acquaintance again in a far more intimate fashion. It seems you're already quite comfortable just staring into my eyes, as I am yours..." She said, biding her time, letting Aura take the lead for now as she simply waited for her opportunity, keeping her eyes peeled and her body ready as she simply played along. "I must say, your choice of 'foreplay' is rather unorthodox~..." She said teasingly.

[Parker]

Aura’s smile only widened as the fox’s moan slipped free, faint but undeniable, a trembling little note she caught and held onto like a treasure. She leaned in closer, her crimson hair spilling forward to frame her golden eyes, letting them glitter like molten honey as they locked onto Chie’s.

“Ah, love, ye call it foreplay,” Aura purred, her voice soft and husky, “but to me, it’s just… dancin’. Every sway, every brush o’ skin, every little gasp ye let slip, it's all music. And I’ll not be stoppin’ until I’ve played every note ye’ve got hidden inside.”

Her hips rolled again, slow and deliberate, pressing her curves more firmly against Chie’s midsection, savoring the taut tension between resistance and surrender. Her bare thigh slowly worked its way between Chie’s legs until it pressed itself up against her body firmly with a soft but intentional bump so Chie knew it was there. She let her fingertips graze along Chie’s jawline, feather-light, teasing the slope of her cheek until her thumb found the corner of those sly lips. She whispered, her grin wicked. “Darlin’, I could lie here an age, drownin’ in those pretty eyes.”

Aura dipped lower still, close enough that Chie could feel the witch’s warm breath tickle her lips, the faint brush of her crimson locks tickling her collarbone. Drawing in deeply to savor her scent, leaning down to bury her face along Chie’s neck with an intimate nuzzle. “What a gift ye are, but to unwrap ye all at once would be a waste…” Her nose flicked up along the woman's neck as she craned to draw closer to her ear, blowing gently to push her silvery hair away from it.

Then, a heavy fog she had rolled in, enveloping everything, the humidity enough to make anyone sweat. Her chest heaved down firmer across Chie’s, nearly spilling out of her top as she rocked lightly against her. Her hips rolled as she slipped her thigh up between Chie’s legs then let it drift back down in a slow by steady rhythm. The intimacy of the hold blurred the line between wrestling and something far more indulgent, and Aura’s voice carried that duality as she breathed the next words in a low murmur against Chie’s ear:

“Careful now, foxie… keep playin’ along like this, an’ ye might just forget which of us came here to win.”

Aura teased and tested, making sure that even if Chie was lost in the moment she knew where they were and what they were doing. The Irish lass of course would make it hard to care though, as her tongue slipped out from between her black lips and ran up the edge of Chie’s ear, giving her earlobe a small playful flick. Her golden eyes peered sidelong at Chie, a look of mischief dancing in them. Deliberately slowly she lowered her lips, about to mother the woman's neck with a kiss knowing full well just how toxic her kisses were… There was a sense of fairness though, an opportunity for the fox to resist her before she sealed her fate.