Rose Gold's expression was breaking. Her eyes twitched in suffering and her chest heaved with a deep intake of air, surely, meant to preempt her screaming submission. Instead, she shot her face forward and expelled a terrible concoction from her mouth. A stream of golden mist was pressurized and shot from between her pursed lips. The substance would coat Origa's face in such a way that made it impossible for her to not inhale. That is, if she didn't drop Rose altogether.
The ref looked flabbergasted at the proceedings. She turned her attention to the timekeeper and thought to wave the match off, a disqualification. The timekeeper, in response, shook his head. There would be no disqualifications in a match such as this. Not unlike an I Quit match, there were no rules. The contest would continue.
Rose Gold's lips were now stained in a hue not unlike her surname. The Gold Mist, as she called it, was a highly experimental technique. Not unlike the green mist made famous by many Japanese pioneers before her. However, while it was a blinding agent, it was also a powerful aphrodisiac. A chemical attack that would find Origa's body heating up. Her nipples hardening to such severity that they ached against her top. Her thighs tightening and her lower body practically catching fire with arousal.
Was it a cheap trick? Perhaps. Should you expect anything less than the Sinister Siren? Of course not!