The Red Menace

[APlaying]

Seeing how E'isa took Ashley's breasts in her hands made Garlim smile mischievously. These things made her laugh, but it wasn't a side of herself she liked to share often. Although the British woman didn't seem to think the same, as she got up, reflecting a mixture of frustration and resignation. The blonde goddess could understand that feeling perfectly, as she had experienced it often since arriving at LAW.

As soon as Ashley stood up, she approached Garlim to congratulate her on her victory. However, the way she said it made the blonde goddess feel a little cold, and she let out a sigh of disappointment. Before she could say anything, E'isa stood up to tell Ashley that she couldn't just leave things like that, as she should at least show some respect.

The blonde goddess patted her thighs a couple of times before stepping out of the ring and heading toward Ashley and E'isa. Once between them, the blonde goddess slowly extended one of her hands forward to shake the British woman's hand. She looked her in the eyes with mixed emotions, perhaps admiration.

[Afterhoursclub]

Ashley hated losing; she hated feeling frustrated and powerless. No matter how many times she told herself that she could bounce back from any shortcoming, she absolutely despised the feeling of drawing the short straw in any challenge. especially those challenges in which the redhead felt that victory had slipped away from her by the skin of her teeth. One false move and all the effort made during the match went to waste.

Still, the redhead knew that getting angry wouldn't accomplish anything; she'd lost, and now she had to swallow her pride and accept it. Ashley congratulated Garlim and prepared to leave the gym. Right now, she just wanted to go back to her apartment, shower, and drink some tea to calm her frustration. However, before the Brit could reach the door, she felt her arm being pulled. She turned her head and saw... E'isa!

The Latina yanked Ashley right back toward the ring, where Garlim was just coming down. She was too tired to fight back.

"What? I already congratulated her!" she objected, but her words did nothing to stop the referee woman. Ashley was forced to shake hands with the blonde. E'isa, showing support and admiration toward both of them, talked about the impressive performance that both Garlim and Ashley had put up during their spar.

And, the truth of the matter was that... besides not feeling pleased with the outcome, Ashley had to admit that she had somewhat enjoyed the fight, tussling against a strong opponent was something that she could recognize and appreciate, even if said opponent happened to be someone as obnoxious as Garlim. But... perhaps the Brit could get even...If, and that was just a big "IF"... they ever had a rematch. Just maybe...

There was no point in trying to fight it anymore. Ashley brought her hand up and firmly shook Garlim's

"That...

...that was a good match..."

Trying to sound as civilized and calm as she could.

"I- I should have been more careful..."

The redhead looked at both girls standing in front of her, perhaps... feeling just a very, very small degree of admiration. However, that's something that The Brit would never, ever tell any of them. Still, even after losing, Ashley decided to take this as a learning experience. After all, this was just a spar, and it was better to make mistakes here rather than in an actual match.

[APlaying]

Despite how things had started, Ashley accepted the handshake. The blonde goddess's gaze lit up, as if she'd found a precious jewel. The old man would undoubtedly have been thrilled to meet someone like her.

Garlim's eyes sparkled with amusement as Ashley's words trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. The blonde goddess couldn't help but chuckle at the British woman's attempt to sound calm and collected, her expression a perfect mask of civility. "Careful?" Garlim repeated, her tone thick with sarcasm. "You were anything but careful, Ashley. You were fierce and hateful." As she spoke, Garlim reached out and gently stroked a strand of hair behind Ashley's ear, subtly brushing the British woman's skin.

"And, I'm impressed," Garlim continued in a low, husky voice, placing her hand on the redhead's shoulder. "You've had me against the ropes more than once, I can hardly remember landing a single strike, but I must admit I enjoyed every minute of it. So... Even though you didn't beat me, you're free to come and try to challenge. In fact, you are free to come here whenever you want." Garlim learned a lot from her opponents during the fight, and Ashley, despite her odious aptitude, proved to be an excellent adversary.