L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Sophia was naturally caught off guard by the sight of the bikini clad Hollywood Siren when she opened the door. To be certain, Sophia had already become familiar with her form when the two had their wager in the pool, given Siren was clad in little... but to see her wearing a fresh attire that was almost more revealing in a more casual settings was something the German was not prepared for. She tried to keep her composure, but her widening eyes gave away her initial alarm. Siren was all arrogant smiles, her posture giving an air of confidence as if she never wore more than she did right now whilst within the confines of her apartment.

"We made an agreement and a wager, I have always been a woman of my word." Sophia would whisper in a surprisingly meek manner for her. When the two met in the pool, Sophia certainly had an air of authority about her, but right now the poor young woman was a dear in the headlights. She followed Siren into the lions den, removing her shoes first as was custom in most Japanese domestic areas... It left her in dark ankle high socks as she followed Siren.

Her place was a little on the messy side, but certainly not out of too much sorts. It looked clean at least, even if there was some clutter here and there, in which Sophia did not miss the sight of a bra lying upon the couch. Sophia followed Siren towards the makeshift bench, noticing how cushions had been placed to make a make shift massage platform. Taking a bated breath, Sophia set down her bag and crouched down, beginning to take out a few items that she had just bought.
"You owe me nothing. As I mentioned, we had an agreement and a wager. I lost... This is what we agreed too. I should be good to begin in just a moment if you want to settle yourself down upon the bed." Sophia spoke, trying to keep looking away from the marvel of Siren's mostly exposed form as she stood close...

Little did Sophia know what was coming next...

That was the effect a Siren wanted to have on people. Siren didn't actually lounge in this little, usually opting for some shorts and whatever shirt was comfiest in her vicinity and in relation to the weather, but she wanted to make a point and break through that stoic façade. Looked like she had succeeded, based on those widening eyes. Maybe she needed to greet everyone this way; she would run off the people she didn't want around through shock value and attract the ones with good sense.

Somehow, she could have expected that Sophia was a woman of her word. The blonde had that air of an honorable warrior about her. Siren didn't have time for any of that shit herself, but she respected it. "Then you got more balls than most people," she lauded, but the Latina could tell that Sophia probably didn't have her full focus on anything her host would say. She seemed totally out of her element. It was cute, and Siren had to hold back a grin. It morphed into a sly smile instead.

After eventually trailing over toward the bench, peering over the German's figure as she did, Siren settled on the opposite side from Sophia, watching her take things from her bag. Things she planned to use for Siren's massage. It was a good thing she had brought supplies...Siren didn't have half of that stuff lying around, and what she did have in her locker, she hadn't had time to go grab after their encounter.

"Yeah, 'bout that...", she coyly began, leaning against the bench and tapping a toe on the floor. "Why don't you get on the bed? An' let me see about fixin' that strain I put on you." The look she fixed on Sophia said that she wasn't going to be easy to convince otherwise.

There was a brief pause when Sophia listened to the bikini clad vixen beauty speak. After a few seconds, Sophia turned to face Hollywood, seeing the arrogant look upon her features and a smile in her eye that the German witnessed when she was trying to squeeze the near life out of her in the pool. It was a dangerous look, one Sophia did not approve of, especially after what she suggested.
"We had a wager and an arrangement..." Sophia would begin, a little crack of nervousness showing in that otherwise stoic expression she often wore upon her scarred but alluring features. It was only when Sophia began to attempt to remind Hollywood of that wager that she began to realise the grim reality of what was actually agreed.

A breath caught in her throat a little... Sophia realising the conditions and the rewards a little bit too late. She looked upon Hollywood, feeling her dressing down her form with her eyes. It was never exactly specified who would recieve the massage... just that a massage would be owed. The lack of clarification meant that Hollywood could indeed massage Sophia instead... and after seeing the woman continue to gaze upon her, she realised that was what she wanted to do.
"I... " Sophia tried to think of a way out, a counter argument, a loop hole... but her own honour was quickly being used against her. Sophia was a woman of her word, that much a reality given that she had turned up in the first place, and even gone above and beyond bringing the neccassary items. Nothing Sophia did was in half measure... and yet it seemed the tables had been further turned if such a thing was possible.

Hollywood was very aware of how vague their challenge had been... It was Sophia's own fault, as she was over confident and almost certain she would be victorious. This was now the price she had to pay for such a rookie misjudgement of her present rival. A slight blush began to form upon her cheeks, knowing full well the bikini clad Siren would soon be getting her hands upon her ina way Sophia was not familiar with.
"I... I thought I was going to massage you... I came prepared for that…" Sophia whispered, a last little act of desperation from a normally proud woman. She was hoping Hollywood might change her mind, but Sophia could see her mind was set as Sophia meekly approached the bed.