It also had its drawbacks. Namely, how she had to travel with how many other wrestlers at a moment's notice, many of whom she had no good feelings towards. Why would she have to share space with so many unwashed, inbred simpletons who knew more about suplexing things than they did about decency and taste? After all, she was above such rabble. And the fact that she had to do so even when she wasn't booked for any matches? All hands on deck and all that, yes. But Danielle's hands shouldn't count, she argued! She was rich, she was beautiful and famous, she was practically royalty! She should have people to do that for her!
But whatever the case was, sharing space with the roster also meant that she had to share the facilities. And that, perhaps, may just have been her least favorite part of the ordeal. In her modeling days, Danielle was used to having a full studio to prepare herself in, cleaned exactly to her liking, with people waiting on her, and most importantly, with the proper peace and quiet she warranted. And now, if she had to fix her hair, she had to do so in the same disgusting, dingy bathrooms at the back of an arena somewhere that God only knew how many degenerates had been shooting themselves up with drugs in before. Just stepping on the floor was enough to make Danielle shiver. Nevertheless, she had caught the locker room at a quiet enough time, so she availed herself of the opportunity to prepare herself, standing before the mirror as she combed her hair before going to make sure her makeup was in order. She might as well go see the sights after the show, and she was going to need to look her best for it.
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