In the back of the arena Courtenay Astley was preparing for her debut match in LAW, the English lady having made the journey all the way over to the land of the rising sun to seek thrills and conquests. She'd gotten herself a nice little mansion of sorts on the outskirts of town, already the Machiavellian Queen had been making waves in her nearby nightlife social circle. Bringing her own brand of wrestling and burlesque entertainment proved a delightful task for Courtenay indeed, she'd brought over a few of her servants. Not the ones that had college or part time jobs with her, no the ones that swore fealty to the Machiavellian Queen. The ones that she'd taken off the streets and given a home to live and work in, the most loyal~ Already she'd gotten some more employees to tend to her grounds, she found that the language barrier was going to require work however. No matter, twas simply a small setback to her path to great pleasures.
LAW had a match booked for her tonight as she sat in her locker room, her servants all over her in more ways than one. They were dressing her in her ring attire for this evening, but also caressing her skin in worship. Needless to say Courtenay could almost certainly aspire to claim the title of Ms England for sure, after being dressed in her ring attire the Queen was given a picture of her opponent for this evening. A girl by the name of Cassandra Devlin, a.........feline enthusiast it seemed. Was it cosplay? One of those hobbies that one of her servants back home took up the job to fund? No matter, she was tall. Slightly taller than Courtenay it seemed? No matter, would be all the more sweeter to see her be brought low before the Machiavellian Queen tonight. The lady smacked her lips before dropping the picture and stamping on it with her heel.
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Making her way to the ring one of her servants would open up the ropes for her to allow Courtenay to easily slide through, after doing so Courtenay would stand in the middle of the ring and put her hands on her hips as one of her servants would make her way to a ring corner and get on her hands and knees. With the Machiavellian Queen using them as a sort of throne seat to relax as she waited for her opponent to enter, one servant prepared her a cup of tea to drink while another readied a small package of sorts that unrolled to seem more like it was designed to conceal an outfit of some kind............