Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good! (For Bare)

[CyanDimitrik]

Camille is instantly tapping at the phone when presented with the name. TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP.... TAP-TAP....

"Uaahh!"

Panic meets frustration as she has no idea how the Hell to spell Teuila. Thankfully, the Samoan predicted this complication and was one step ahead! At long last, some videos begin to populate her screen! They're in order of popularity, of course.

Before she can hit any of the links, she's eagerly looking back up at the other girl. "'De biggest!" That's why she got into the business, after all. "It's so cool! 'De moves, 'de fighting, 'de glamor~," she swoons. Camille is nothing if not suddenly very animated with her passion, and she's immediately zipping in close to Teuila's side to show her the screen.

"Which one? Which one should we look at?"

Any inhibitions about social class or the risk of fraternizing above her station are gone. The only thing that occupies her headspace is the excited fascination of discovering another wrestler in the wild.

"Oo, what's your style? How long have you been training? Are you so stoked about graduating!?" She knows she was. Years of work paying off, a live audience who paid to see her, the fulfillment of her ambitions and dreams~... pure magic.