Silver Girls

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The background music is buried beneath the murmur of the city’s elite, gathered in the imposing main hall of Billionaire's DD. Amidst dim lighting and the clinking of crystal glasses, a wrestling ring stands surrealistically in the center of the luxury bar, surrounded by spectators dressed in formal attire.

The double mahogany doors swing wide open, and every gaze immediately shifts toward the entrance.

A dazzling blonde woman walks in with the grace and hypnotic rhythm of someone who has carnival in her blood. It is Clarissa Kristel, one of the venue’s employees, moving with a sway of her curves that commands a powerful physical presence. With a voluptuous, athletic figure, the Brazilian woman instantly takes the breath away from those present; her golden hair falls in perfect waves over her shoulders. She isn't wearing evening wear, but rather her signature red outfit, making it clear that she isn't here as a spectator, but as one of the competitors in tonight’s event.

Meanwhile, at the bar, Dixie Dion is chatting with a shorter woman with grayish hair—Anna Sigrid. It appears to be one of those afternoons where "Snow" is well on her way to becoming thoroughly inebriated. "BURP!! Oh—pardon me."

Dixie lets out a simple laugh at the gesture. "My, I figured you wouldn't be participating in... The wrestling event, tonight."

The actress narrows her eyes and takes a sip of her piña colada before responding to Dixie. "What, for?? I mean, it’s fun to play around with Clarissa, but she doesn't exactly pose a challenge."

"Yawn, baby. Don't put it that way—she’s doing her best."

Snow shakes her head. "That... isn't the point. The thing is, every time I defeat her, I end up being hounded by her—as if I owed her money! She has this habit of pestering anyone who manages to beat her."

Dixie couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “I can imagine how adorable that must be, someone bigger and more voluptuous than you keeping an eye on you, waiting for a rematch. In fact, that’s precisely what brought her here; I can’t thank you enough, Clarissa is a huge draw for the hotel’s audience.”

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Noelle Silva had heard about Billionaire's DD from her friend Ishtar Vasiliev. Her Russian tag partner had wrestled and beat the owner of this establishment a few months ago, and Noelle had been invited for a match with Clarissa Kristel. A woman whom the Spaniard had been informed was an employee of Billionaire's DD. Though Noelle didn't take that to mean her opponent was necessarily worse than her boss at wrestling.

Music

The entrance at Billionaire's DD was different from most arenas. Rather than appearing through a curtain onto a stage, she was set to enter through a set of doors. Noelle didn't find it especially better or worse than the standard, so she just made her entrance as normal. She noticed the woman who had fought Ishtar over at the bar with a woman she didn't recognize, but that wasn't who mattered. That honor went to the woman already standing in the ring.

Noelle

Noelle stepped into the ring, facing down the much larger Clarissa. Though despite the difference in size, the princess had no nerves or fear as she stared down the Heavyweight Brazilian. "You work here, yes," Noelle said, setting up a taunt. "I suppose I shouldn't leave you too beaten by the time I beat you. I'll need you awake enough to deliver me some victory wine at the bar,"

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Seeing that her opponent was smaller than her, the Brazilian tilted her head slightly to one side and placed her hands on her hips. Of course, being smaller didn’t necessarily make someone an easy target, but having an advantage in weight and size was, without a doubt, a good starting point. Clarissa stepped a bit closer to Noelle, just as the Spaniard made a provocative remark—one delivered with enough insolence to make her own self-assurance perfectly clear. Clarissa smiled, looking down at the shorter Spaniard. "How about a little wine, *gatinha*? It’s a house specialty—and quite expensive, too, thanks to decades of fermentation. Perfect for soothing the back pain you’re going to feel the moment I slam you into these mats."

Near the bar, Dixie Dion let out a small laugh; leaning against the polished wood, she watched the tension mount in the center of the room. Meanwhile, Snow stirred the dregs of her piña colada, muttering something in a daze—she was baffled, as she didn’t recognize the girl facing off against Clarissa. She knew the vast majority of the DD staff, as well as a good portion of the LAW roster, but she had never seen this girl anywhere before. "Hey, Dixie—who’s the girl with the gray hair?"

"Her name’s Noelle. She’s a guest tonight; I spoke to Ishtar Vasiliev about participating, but she suggested I get in touch with her friend instead. Isn’t she cute? I think she’s about your age," Dixie replied, taking Snow’s nearly empty piña colada glass to refill it.

Snow grumbled at the response. "Hmm... what a shame. I was really looking forward to taking on Ishtar." Meanwhile, inside the ring, one of the venue’s employees—a woman named Astrid, acting as referee—stepped between the two to separate them before ringing the bell.

DING!

Clarissa circled her opponent for a moment before lunging forward, using her advantage in size and weight to take Noelle down to the canvas.