Rose Gold sashayed to the center of the ring, watching her opponent as she made her way into the ring. She was eager to meet her. And as Lynn had gotten to her full posture Rose looked her up and down. Like a predator.
Rose stalked to her opponent, staring her down. She stood all of 5'2" with a body built for the business. A sheer bodysuit was worn beneath her ring gear and was practically painted on. It showed off her flat, toned tummy. Atop that, a stylized midriff baring top. Her breasts were modest but pert. The top forced them together and lifted them, making them all the more enticing. The window showcasing her cleavage made them even easier to appreciate.
Finally, she wore a pair of hot-pants that would make a thong blush. Pulled across her hips, they covered only what they needed to and left the arch of her inner thighs tantalizingly exposed. All of her ring gear seemed to be one size too small, leaving very little to the imagination. Even less so when considering her incredibly supple backside. She had an ass made for smothering. Round, supple, and firm. And to top it all off. A simple white domino mask rested above the bridge of her nose.
Her words dripped from her lips like sweet honey. As if they were a secret between just the two of them. Sultry. Alluring. Sensual. Rose was the manifestation of everything Kelsea suppressed.
"Especially once you get a taste of me." She blew the girl a taunting kiss with a wink. Then, she took a step back and assumed a low, open postured stance. Lynn would recognize it as the stance of one who was used to grappling. Whether or not she was a pushover was still up for debate.
