Fuuka
Greetings, Collei. This is Fuuka Yamagishi. If you do not remember my name, we recently had an oil wrestling match against each other. I would like to invite you to my home for a training session. I could help you with oil techniques if you would be interested. I have also heard that you are something of a sexfighting specialist. So if you are willing, you could practice some of your hentai moves on me to help me train my hentai endurance. If you are interested, I can send you my address and we can decide on a date and time. Well wishes; Fuuka Yamagishi.
Fuuka looked over her email one last time for any errors before sending it on its way. It was a bit concerning how easily available the contact info of LAW wrestlers was to each other considering how many of them wished genuine injury and suffering upon each other. But if nothing else, it had been rather convenient for Fuuka in this instance. She did do cybersecurity as her day job, so Fuuka probably wouldn't have had too much trouble getting her hands on a way to contact Collei one way or another. But she was glad that she didn't have to resort to anything intrusive to reach out to the Young Lioness.