A Meeting of Business And Pleasure

[TheSuitedOwl]

Not yet fully grasping what Bianca was suggesting. Misa would take her suggestion with stride. Which was honestly fine, it would certainly add to Bianca's entertainment. Though when Misa couldn't help but bring up the lack of changing space. Bianca would give a irritated sigh.

"We normally have a changing screen over there but as you can see..." Bianca said as she gestured towards the mess around the room before continuing. " Now we could fish it out or have you look for an empty room. However time is short so if you don't mind." Bianca would finish motioning for Misa to go ahead and change. Though if she was still hesitating the amused stagehand would loudly clap a few time so to encourage Misa to continue.

[CaptainL]

"Right. I...see." At Bianca's gesture, Misa looked around the room, seeing what a mess it was. She paused a brief moment, wondering if she should ask, but, seeing the irritation rising in Bianca, she realized that was probably not the best idea. "I'm sorry. I'll get to that."

Misa huffed, setting the shirt down for a moment to free her hands. For a moment, she blushed at the thought of undressing before someone else, but she soon realized that was all her paranoia about the press and the rumor mills running out of control. Bianca was a costume designer; of course she was used to seeing plenty of people disrobe, and she would no doubt think nothing of it. She herself had learned to adapt to changing backstage during her idol performance, that was just a fact of the business. And they were both girls, anyway; it was nothing Bianca wouldn't see herself. Reassuring herself, Misa unbuttoned her vest and the shirt beneath it, exposing her black lace bra underneath for just a moment before she bent back down to pick the t-shirt Bianca had provided up from the floor and slip it on. She then turned from side to side a few times, allowing Bianca to inspect her from each angle. "How do I look?"

[TheSuitedOwl]

While it was true Bianca had seen plenty of people change. She still could appreciate the natural shape of the female body. So as Misa went ahead and changed. Bianca would look her over for the brief second she could, smiled, and said. "Love the bra by the way." Before she would give Misa a quick once over with the shirt on.

"Yes I think this will do just nicely well... except for this." Bianca continued as she quickly moved in to take off Misa's skirt! Before she would give Misa another once over. "Actually go ahead and take off your boots I think barefoot would suit you better."

[CaptainL]

Misa had put aside her concerns enough that she wasn't expecting Bianca to make any comments on her choice of lingerie, so when the stagehand pointed out her bra, it was enough to make her blush for a brief moment. "Ah-?" However, she quickly put that out of her mind; obviously she was overanalyzing matters. More likely, this was just a simple exchange between girls. Nothing too uncouth. She proceeded to change into her shirt, looking around for Bianca to take note of.

However, a moment later, even Misa would notice things starting to seem off, as Bianca moved in to slip off her skirt without any warning. "Gah-!" she cried out, moving to pull the hem of her shirt down to cover her similarly black and lacy panties out of instinct. Still, she took in a breath, trying to clear her mind. "Ah, uh...sorry about that, you just surprised me is all!" she said, starting to return to a normal posture, though she would be lying if she said she wasn't a bit on edge still.

But even if Misa could make excuses for that, she was less sure about Bianca asking her to go barefoot. As part of her look? Even for LAW, that seemed a bit strange. She looked up toward Bianca, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Barefoot..? In...the ring? In all due respects, miss, I don't think that would work...I'm supposed to be professional, it's about image after all..."

[TheSuitedOwl]

As semi-innocent as her comment had been over Misa's lingerie. Bianca couldn't help but find her reaction adorable. Though her absolute favorite moment had still been pulling the skirt off of her. Just the way she struggled with the hem of her shirt was making the stagehand feel giddy. Yet, despite all of that the only hint that Bianca was even having such thoughts would be the brief moment she had to fight from grinning.

Of course the costume designer knew at some point her new plaything. Would eventually start raising objections to her suggestion and while Bianca could have handled this with a much more subtly approach. The sadistic stagehand wanted to see Misa squirm. "What!?" Bianca spoke with fake anger and began pressing herself against Misa's chest. Until she had successfully pinned the unfortunate ring announcer against the wall.

At which point Bianca would very abruptly slam her hand on said wall. "Are you telling me that you don't like my suggestion? Must I remind you who's the professional here and who isn't? Now do as I said or I'll do it for you."

[CaptainL]

Not long after voicing her concern, Misa would start to regret it. As soon as she heard the anger rise in Bianca's voice, she fell silent, her blood running cold. She began to worry she had done something very wrong, even if she wasn't quite sure what it was. "O-Oh, yes...yes, of course, miss...my apologies...heh..." As she found herself pinned against the wall, breast to breast with Bianca, Misa gulped. She could see a look of malevolence in her eyes, and she could hardly imagine what was coming for her. But...if this was just a visit about her attire, she supposed Bianca knew more about that than she did. She'd always deferred to her managers about this sort of thing; she would need to accept that.

Though, another concern did come to her, as she glanced nervously about. "Ah, but...miss...I do feel like it'll be hard for me to take off my boots if you're holding me against the wall." She just hoped this one wouldn't prove so offensive to the stagehand.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Pressed against Misa, Bianca drank up the moment at best she could. From how her breasts pushed against Misa's own to the nervous side glances around the room. It was all so intoxicating for her at this point. Yet Bianca wasn't quite satisfied still. She wanted more and so when Misa had raised her concerns. The insatiable stagehand couldn't help but drop the act as she gently ran her fingers along Misa's check down her breasts and over her tummy. where she would momentarily pause and look her prey in the eye.

"Then I suppose... I should help." Bianca said with a distinctly husky tone. Before she would pull her arm back and punch Misa straight in the gut!

[CaptainL]

As Bianca ran her fingers across Misa's cheek, she would feel her skin flushing hotly from the contact, as her chest too began to rise and fall with longer, deeper breaths. She still wasn't sure what Bianca was getting at, but...as much as it felt wrong, there was also a part of it that felt so right. This felt...exciting. And yet, as Bianca looked her in the eye, the malice in her gaze was not lost on Misa, who felt tension rising in the pit of her stomach.

"Help..? How so-" the woman began - but she wouldn't have time to get very far with that statement. Bianca was quick to ball a fist and lash back out at her, causing her to double over forward as she clutched her aching gut. "GAH-! W-What was...what was that for?" she panted, trying to hold in her breath as she wheezed from the pain in her stomach.

[TheSuitedOwl]

Taking note of Misa's blushing cheeks and slower breath. Her sentiment didn't become lost to the turquoise themed tailor. Who would take it as a sign to take things a bit farther than she originally planned and that's when she heard her cute little gasp of air and pain. As she landed her hit and caused the poor ring announcer to double over.

"So I can help." Bianca murmured in response to Misa's question before she would suddenly knee her cute guest in the stomach and if she fell to the floor liked she planned. Then she would use her foot to flip her over. So she could roughly land on top of her hurting stomach. While she took a firm grip of Misa's leg and started taking off her boot which she would do the same for the other once she was done.

[CaptainL]

Even in a business like LAW, Misa was certainly no wrestler. She hadn't the sort of athleticism and training to be able to shrug off a shot to the gut, and now she was feeling the aftereffects, as she was still bent over, clutching her stomach and wheezing. Slowly she picked her head up to face Bianca, her face flushed from the pain and exertion now as much as the embarrassment of being...in whatever situation this could be described as, anyway.

"H-Help..?" she rasped, but little did Misa know, Bianca was far from done with her. She took another hit to the stomach then, as the stagehand slammed her knee into her gut, and with a choked cry of pain she fell backward, slumping against the ground. Once again, Bianca struck again before she could do anything about it, and the ring announcer found herself flat on her stomach on the floor as she tried to clear the cobwebs from her head. Her body was limp, and Bianca would find little difficulty in slipping off her boots. But even through the haze her head was in, Misa was still sure there was, if nothing else, something distinctly wrong here.

"I...don't think I understand...d-did you need to...do that?"