Ritual of Ecstasy - Ishigami Yuto vs. Flick Sterling

[HotWheels]

Ritual of Ecstasy Match
Three altars are placed around a room. The competitor to force their opponent to orgasm on two separate altars wins.

The door to "Studio 7" in LAW's basement level didn't appear to have a label, now that Flick looked at it. No need - the people in suits had given her a specific set of instructions, and Flick Sterling had them clutched in one hand while the other pushed the heavy, polished door inward, eager to see what lay inside. The hinges whispered open, and she stepped through into a view that made her breath catch.

"Oh, fuck me-"

The room sprawled before her like someone had reached into her subconscious and pulled out every aesthetic fantasy she'd ever harbored about her intentionally misplaced "priestess" persona. Smooth and shiny padding, almost polished to a mirror shine, stretched thirty feet in each direction. The walls projected flickering candlelight that danced and cast shadows across the space from some unseen light sources up on the ceiling, creating the illusion of an ancient temple illuminated by hundreds of small, starlike lights.

But the bloody altars beat it all.

Three of them, positioned in a triangle around the room's center. Each one stood maybe three feet off the ground, wide enough for a body - or two bodies - and covered in plush bluish fabric that looked sinfully soft. Intricate golden symbols were painted - or maybe just stickered, she couldn't tell and didn't want to screw them up - on the floor around each altar, geometric patterns that spiraled outward in designs that probably meant something mystical but mostly just looked gorgeous.

"Yeeeeeah...." Flick took a few steps inside, her bare feet padding softly against the mats. She'd dressed for this, of course, wearing her usual gear that played up the priestess aesthetic: strips of fabric that crisscrossed her chest and wrapped around her hips, gold bangles on her wrists and ankles, her electric blue hair tied in twin tails with golden ribbons. More than enough skin on display to make any breathing and non-vegetative body blush. "Crazy, this. They keep all this crap down here all the time?"

She walked toward the nearest altar, running her fingertips along the fabric. Silk. Of course it was silk. Her eyes tracked upward and caught the cameras - small, discreet, positioned in the corners and on the ceiling. Red lights blinked steadily. Recording already.

A thrill ran through her stomach, part nerves, part anticipation. The match rules had been explained in the invitation: get your opponent onto one of the altars and bring them to orgasm there. Score on two of the three altars to win. Simple. Elegant. Absolutely filthy.

"Right then," she muttered, bouncing on the balls of her feet and shaking out her arms. She walked to the center of the triangle, equidistant from all three altars, and turned in a slow circle to take in the whole space.

The starlight projections flickered across her skin, painting her in shimmering tones. The air smelled faintly of incense - something spicy and exotic that she couldn't quite place. Probably pumped through the ventilation to complete the atmosphere. It fuckin' worked. Flick grinned, wide and genuine, the expression transforming her face from ethereal to mischievous in an instant. She threw her arms wide, addressing the cameras directly.

"Alright then! Let's see what you've got for me, yeah? Ishigami Yuto-" She pronounced the name carefully, making sure she got it right. "-hope you're ready for a proper ritual, love. This priestess is about to be very, very hands-on with her worship."

Spoiler

[Lico]

It's going to be something he'd never seen before, that was the promise from the management to Yuto when he's informed about his next match. That got him curious. As usual, he wasn't told much about the details of his next opponent for that element of surprise, so what else would be new? The venue would be his guess, but then again, it's not like there could be much surprise about a stage for wrestling. Variations that he had seen before included cage or apartment room but the management wouldn't bother making such statement if that's the case. The closer he walked towards the studio where his next match would take place, the more his curiosity was growing.

Okay, here goes no- he thought as he opened the door and paused abruptly there.

The world seemed to froze for Yuto at the moment. He couldn't believe what he saw. A scene straight of a fantasy world one could see in games or movies. The management didn't lie at all. He never seen a match being conducted in this setup.

"Holy shit..." he blurted before slowly making his way into the "temple" and closed the door behind him.

The interior, decorations and such looked pretty authentic, even if they might just be props. The boy couldn't help but to feel like a kid walking into a movie set, his eyes sparkling as he looked around the place. There were three altars around the center of the room, with inscription of their purpose for this match. Something along the line of one had to get the other to climax on two of these to win the fight. It's a simple stipulation, but the setup of the arena made the whole thing much more grandiose. At least the floor was padded, so any fall wouldn't hurt.

Finally he noticed that his would be opponent was already on the scene. She was dressed like a priestess which made him wondered if this setting was tailored to her persona. On the other hand, Yuto being in his usual

made him looked a little out of place. Perhaps he could just pass himself as an adventurer who wandered into this temple, or being sent here as some sort of sacrifice for a certain ritual. The later probably fit him better, but this being a match meant he's not going to just lie down and let the lady priestess do everything.

"Um, hello there, Miss Priestess..." he greeted her with a shy smile. "They really went all out for this, huh...? I guess we gotta put up a hell of performance to match the hype..."

[HotWheels]

Flick heard the door open behind her and spun on her heel, twin tails whipping around with the movement. Her eyes tracked the newcomer as he stepped through - taking in the getup then the blonde hair, then the way he paused in the doorway like someone had just shown him the inside of a bloody spaceship. She couldn't blame him, because, fuck, this blew her mind too.

"Holy shit is right," she agreed cheerfully, watching him close the door and start exploring the space with wide eyes. For once having some self-awareness, she let him have his moment, turning slowly to track his movement as he circled and gawked at the altars and the projected starlight.

Ishigami Yuto. The name sounded proper and formal, but the bloke himself? Less so. He moved casually, maybe even a bit nervously, in a way that she clocked immediately - the way he carried his weight didn't scream big tough wrestler guy. But fit. Definitely fit. Lean build, which she preferred more on her men than all that crazy bulk, though that could be fun sometimes too.

Her gaze drifted lower, taking in the exposed midriff where his gear left gaps, then lower again, trying to measure him through his pants because, well, she tended to do that with men across the "ring" from her. Then she let her eyes shoot back up to his face when he finally addressed her. Flick's grin widened, sharp and playful. She took a few steps closer, bare feet padding silently across the mats, and cocked her head to study him properly now that he'd stopped spinning around like a tourist.

"Ooooh, listen to you, polite guy. Better call me that," she said, reaching over to pantomime booping his nose before her eyes returned to the room around them. "Yeah, they proper went mental with it, didn't they? Someone in set design's got a fantasy kink and a budget. Works for me though - feels like I should be castin' spells or somethin'."

She circled him slowly, not quite predatory but definitely assessing. "Yuto, yeah? I get the names backward sometimes. British thing." She stopped in front of him, close enough to invade his personal space but not quite touching. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked down at him - it wasn't often she had a couple inches on a guy. She liked it. "Very heroic look. Very 'wandered into the wrong temple and now the priestess is gonna do unspeakable things to you' kinda vibes." Because she was.

She winked, then stepped back and stretched her arms overhead, arching her spine in a way that showed off her flexibility and made the strips of fabric across her chest shift enticingly. "Fair warning - I don't play fair. Also," she added, grinning wider, "I'm already half-turned on just from bein' in here, so you're startin' at a disadvantage."

She paused, tapping a finger against her lips thoughtfully. "Question is - you gonna come at me like a gentleman, or you gonna try and pin the priestess down right from the start?"

She purposefully avoided anything resembling a fighting stance, wanting to see what he'd do. Did he have guts?

[Lico]

Yuto smiled shyly as Flick booped his nose, and felt a little more nervous as she circled him. She's not quite giving the vibe of someone looking at a prey, but it's rather close to that.

"Yeah, you can call me Yuto," he nodded to her. "O-oh... I can get behind that scenario..." he glanced away for a moment, finding the idea quite interesting.

It slightly reminded him of the shooting he did a while back, which somewhat had a similar premise to this setup, although the setting was pretty different. As he listened more to Flick, she sounded less and less like a priestess, but it's not like her behavior is unusual for women in this league. He just kept his wry smile, not really sure what to say in response. To be honest, he's also already got rather excited just from seeing her. Perhaps she even already figured that part out.

"Hmm... that's a good question, I guess," the boy rolled his eyes, thinking about it a little before slowly approaching her with his arms up in a stance. "I think I'll go with the gentleman approach..." Yuto decided as he got closer to the priestess, subtly inviting her for a lockup.