L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

No Jacket Or Headband

Mere weeks after what could only be described as a 'unique' encounter with one white haired vixen by the name of Sylvie, Diana Accera found herself in a curious, almost new position. The woman in question had not scorned her, though she had put on a hell of a fight, and claimed a rare victory over the Italian.

So why, oh why, did a thought of Sylvie pop into Diana's head almost daily, ever since that fateful encounter?

Unable to merely go on pondering, Diana found herself playing the rare role of host, for someone other than close friend and arch-rival Alaina Sanders. Having dusted herself and her apartment alike off, a final adjustment of her loose fitting red t-shirt would be in tandem it seemed with the door going.

A final brush back of her hair, and Diana would find herself opening it, eyes already rolling up at the figure whom she simply put...

...as one she could not stop thinking about!

"Well...hello..."

Sylvie Leblanc checked her make-up in the cab on the way over to Diana's apartment. The clear-skinned French woman wasn't in the habit of wearing much cosmetic but tonight for some reason she wanted to accentuate her best features, including those penetrating blue eyes and deep pink lips. Paying the cabbie, she turned and looked up at the apartment building before striding into the lobby her striking silver-white hair streaming out behind her. The concierge nodded... then did a double take as Sylvie swept past making a beeline for the elevator. Tonight the Frenchwoman was dressing down deliberately and she suspected Diana wouldn't be standing on ceremony either once they were together. Her fashionable calf-length coat concealed a black latex off-the-shoulder mini bodycon sheath dress, and her heels were high. She'd decided to leave out the red dress in the end as that was Diana's colour, and it wouldn't do to risk upstaging your host.

The elevator light blinked at Diana's floor and Sylvie got out, walking up to the door and pressing the bell without hesitation. After a brief pause it opened and Diana looked out, and then looked Sylvie up and down. "Well...hello..."

"Well hello you..." the Frenchwoman replied. "Bet you're pleased to see me...?"

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It didn't take Diana more than a minute to immediately decide she herself was under-dressed compared to her cohort for the evening, but it wasn't something she'd be lingering on for long. Images of Sylvie in that attire before her had already joined those in Diana's head, specifically of the white haired vixen panting beneath her. Anymore, and Diana might have ran out of head space.

"I guess so..." Diana hummed, though in a tone that suggested more so, as she swung her figure to the side, holding the door as she did so.

"Well...drinking in the hallway would make the neighbours talk, don't you think?" Her curious way of inviting Sylvie in escaping her lips, as a gentle nod soon pointed the white haired figure to a pair of wine glasses upon her kitchen counter.

Sylvie couldn't quite tell if Diana was playing casual from her response. Certainly her own pulse had quickened immediately at the sight of the raven-haired beauty she'd so recently been sharing many grinding lock-ups with in the ring. Stepping into the apartment she shrugged off her coat and hung it by the door, twirling as she did so to give her off-the-shoulder dress the full exposé in front of her host.

Sauntering over to the kitchen counter, the tall Frenchwoman picked up one of the drinks Diana had indicated and turned, holding the glass up with a broad smile. "A votre santé!"

Diana only partially succeeded in hiding her oogling efforts on the white haired vixen, though those efforts quickly went down the drain utterly as it became apparent Sylvie's twirl suggested she cared not for oogling and gawping regardless. Closing the door behind her guest for the evening, Diana raised a eyebrow as Sylvie smiled at her; her own French somewhat lacking, from a natural dilinquence in high school.

"Ch..Cheers!" She'd grin back, before taking the bottle nearest the glasses to hand, and pouring into both glasses. Way past the mark of what one would deem a reasonable amount, mind...

Feeling a calculated presumption in having waved the empty glass in front of Diana, Sylvie met her host eye to eye as the drink was poured. "Ah, yes cheers, or bottoms up as we sometimes say!" And without breaking eye contact, the Frenchwoman tipped the glass up and drained it in one steady glug, wiping her lips on the back of her hand in a rather unladylike way.

"I wouldn't mind another one like that, and then maybe we can take our time an' go get more comfortable?"

Diana was barely containing the grin upon her face. There were evidently no games to be played here from how Sylvie was acting. She seemed to know exactly what the Italian had invited her round for, though it wasn't exactly a hard guess given their first interaction. Diana was merely giddy at the pace at which the fun part was approaching.

"Well of course..." Her figure stretching back, Diana would reach for not only the bottle of which they had just poured from, but an identical one just back from it. "Shall we take a seat?"

Her bottle clutching hand extending a finger, as Diana pointed to her couch. Though, she wasn't exactly complaining at the idea of sitting on the floor itself, directly before the roaring fire she had lit a full hour before hand.

"Of course, that would be very... pleasant indeed" Sylvie returned Diana's appreciative gaze and went over to the couch her host indicated. Plumping herself down and putting her glass down on a nearby coffee table, the French beauty didn't exactly occupy the corner of the couch which meant Diana's knee couldn't help brushing past as she joined her in sitting down.

"It's very nice of you to invite me round... so soon after our very intense and physical match in the ring," Sylvie said pointedly, running one hand through her lush silver locks and turning languidly towards Diana with a wry smile. The action unavoidably brought their knees into contact again and, significantly, neither woman drew back as they maintained eye contact on the couch.

Those subtle moments of touching were only making Diana's heart pulse in a more lively fashion, as the tension between the two became quite severe, if unspoken, indeed. Swivelling her own glass to hand, Diana opted to take another hefty swig, nearly polishing off half the glass in one foul swoop.

"Quite. I can't remember the last time I had that much of a workout...in that particular way..." A grin to her mug as she looked down, teasing the glass upon her lips again.

"Yes, that was quite some workout... wasn't it?" Sylvie smiled over the rim of her glass, keeping her leg pressed against Diana's. Draining her drink and setting it down decisively on the table, the Frenchwoman traced a finger softly over her companion's bicep. "My, what firm muscles you have... care to test them out against mine again, by the fire?"