Training her body(Psychopatrick88 and ShadowofIce)

Masane sighed a bit dejectedly, having lost her first hentai match here. It wasn't like she was expecting to be super talented, but she didn't really like to lose either way. She wouldn't let it get her down though. She had to keep trying. She was currently looking around for a new opponent. Someone who was new, and most likely as inexperienced as she was...

What a day it had been...
That was what Seraphim wanted to say if anything had actually even happened anyway. Today felt absolutely pointless!!! She should have just stayed around at the apartment to train, at least then she would have kept Alison company, and maybe even taken the time to be with either Tracy or Phoebe. But noooo, she had to come here, thinking she might find someone new to test her skills against, only to find that the day was filled with utter dissapointment as no one decided to take her on. Then again, after witnessing Seraphim lose her sanity momentarily to Post Truamatic Stress and put a beatdown on Megumi, she could understand why.

With a sigh of pure boredom, the one-eyed wrestler found herself entering the gym, now counting this to be the fourth time today, having few hopes to find a person to spar against. She was garbed in her usual attire for a fight, a short, grey, vest like shirt with no sleeves and buttoned, leaving her lower belly exposed, and black leather jeans, riding just a little low and fitting her form nicely. For a moment, Seraphim put her along her hair, tossing her long, white locks aside and then adjusted her black leather patch over her right eye, scanning the room briefly for any signs of a good fighter.

...Figures, almost no one was there, in fact, it looked like there was just one person, a brown haired girl who's blue eyes reeked of an innocence that made Seraphim turn away. She doubted the girl would want a spar, Seraphim might end up breaking her if they did anyway. So, without a word, silence being her only demeanor, she walked over to the weights, unaware what the other girl's intentions were.

Masane was dressed in her normal white gi and martial art pants, with nothing on underneath. Instead of her normal Obi securing the Gi around her waist, however, Yatori's black sash was secured snugly around it. She took a deep breath, looking for possible challengers, and turned to see a woman walking towards the weights. She had never seen her before... was she new? She took a deep breath before running towards her, knowing what she was about to ask was awkward, but she needed experience in these kind of matches.

"Excuse me. Miss?" She asked. Her voice was polite, yet strong as well. She was normally a pretty strong minded girl, just rather nervous when trying something new, especially when it involved... well, when it involved THAT.

Briefly debating what kind of lifting she should do before leaving, finding that there was an advantage in being at the gym since she had only a select few weights at home compared to everything they had here, her thoughts were interupted when she heard a voice, and a very curtious one at that. Slowly turning around, a balled fist on her hip, Seraphim raised a bored eyebrow to the girl, realizing it was the one she spotted moments ago, not taking a care for her right away. There was just something annoying about seeing someone actually come in wearing a uniform at a gym or in the ring, especially a karate styled gi at that. She had to resist from rolling her crimson eye before looking at the girl, a somewhat bored and uncaring look on her pale face.

"What is it?" She said bluntly, sounding like she really didn't seem to take very kindly to being bothered, but at least trying not to be so abrasive. She would give this girl her attention, but it better be good and worth her time.

She cleared her throat before bowing to her. "My name is Masane. Masane Tajiri, and I'll make this quick. I'm trying to better myself here at AFW. I'm very confident in my striking and counter abilities, but I need to train another way. This will sound strange, but, I want to challenge you to a hentai match. I need to become better at these if I want to have a chance at beating some of the women here."

She stated, taking this woman for the kind that didn't like her time wasted, and just went straight to the point with her.

Masane? Okay, so she never heard of the girl. Trying to improve? Eh, who wasn't these days? A striker who prefers counters? Cool, but also stupid to tell a potential opponent your style. A challenge? Sweet... she was interested. A hentai match!?!? What???

At first, Seraphim had been listening calmly to the girl, taking in what she said and mentally judging her for every word. But at the end of her sentence, the girl would get a reaction out of Seraphim that had happened far and few between. She was blushing, and quite profusely before she turned away immediately, having to cover her mouth from yelling out in surprise and question. The Crimson Eye was clearly rattled and completely taken off guard by the question, unsure how to even respond at first. A.. hentai match? Seraphim told herself she didn't want to partake in them. But... if could happen, she could end up in one, or someone might turn a match into one mid-way, and she should be prepared... r-right? She didn't like the idea, in fact, she couldn't stand the thought of such matches. After all, she had gone through enough Hell like that in prison, the last thing she needed was to go through such turmoil again. Then again... she did get a little intimate with Megumi, but... that was different. This... this was an entire match dedicated to that sort of thing. But... no one would see it, ...right?

"I'll... I'll do it." Seraphim said hesitantly, her colder, blunt aura dropping completely as she was even still embarrassed from the question and thought of this, not even sure where to start. "My names.. Seraphim Harmonia, um... how exactly do we do this sort of... thing?" Not even sure what to call it, feeling like it couldn't even be called 'a match' she waited hesitantly, for once feeling a little week with her guard down as she would follow Masane's directions for the moment. Why was she already regretting her decision...?

Masane watched as the woman had gone through a whole array of emotions once she declared her challenge. She swallowed nervously, feeling really awkward about asking a complete stranger about this, but it seemed the woman seemed as new to the experience as she was by the way she was blushing. Seemed she had picked the right person to challenge. She waited the girl's decision, half expecting a slap across the face or something.

She was relieved when the woman agreed, and smiled a little when she introduced herself. "Seraphim? Can I call you Sera?" She asked her. "Oh.. and, well, we start out in a ring like usual, grapples and strikes are permitted like normal.. but.. the goal isn't to get the opponent to pin or submit.. it's to... ahem.. pleasure them to an orgasm.. I really don't find the idea comfortable myself either, but it is a style done here, and I need to develop a resistance to it, as you seem to need it as well with you blushing like that, if you don't mind me saying so." She said, and started towards the gym ring.

"Yea... I-I mind." Only the few friends she had were allowed to give her nicknames, she tended to find a disrespect in them. Then again, that was why she called nearly everyone else by a nickname, seeing as how she had little respect for just about anyone. This girl didn't seem so bad though, a little too bubbly and kind for Seraphim's liking, but they weren't taking on a true match, so Seraphim wasn't going to be as cruel as she could be in the ring. Though.. as a hentai match, wasn't cruelty just a part of the package?

Slowly managing to regain her composure, Seraphim let out a long breath, adjusting her eyepatch a little before heading for the ring, listening to Masane's explanation. "It sounds interesting.. I guess. A little too lusty for my tastes, but you're right, I suppose you need to steel yourself for what can happen in this league." Seraphim said somewhat casually, trying to regain her normal tone, but still sounding a little hesitant about this. At least they weren't doing this in a real match, that came as a releif. "So... you said you lost your first? You weren't... like, completely humiliated in the ring, were you?" Though Seraphim was heading for the ring, she felt the need to spark a conversation briefly, wondering just how this worked for a real match and how far things can go. Seraphim had a few techniques relating to a more... humiliating and sexual side, but still... this was something different. At least Masane was someone who wasn't that experianced. In fact... chances were, Seraphim was more experianced in this than she was, even if the Crimson Eye didn't want to admit it.

Masane frowned a little. "Ok.. Seraphim." She said, saying the name to memorize it. She started to climb up into the gym ring, but looked away for a moment when she asked if she had been completely humiliated. "W..well.. not as bad as what could've happened, I guess... but it was still a pretty big mismatch... I didn't stand a chance against her." She admitted before climbing over the top rope, and started to do warm ups.

'Yea.. and unfortunately, this won't be much different.'
Even if this was a match type she wasn't used to, and still a little hesitant about, Seraphim still had more than enough confidence as she stepped into the ring. Though she did feel that this girl she wouldn't go too far with, she didn't really rub Seraphim the wrong way like most of the wrestlers here had. But if the fight went too far, then so would Seraphim.

Climbing into the ring, she was no longer blushing, but she still felt a little uncomfortable about this as she looked over Masane, and readied herself. She didn't slip into her stance just yet, but Seraphim did decide to put a finish to their conversation. "Well, a match is a match, and I suppose we both know the risks. I can't promise I'm not going to make this hurt though even if it's a spar, I'm not the type to hold back." And with that said, Seraphim braced herself. From the waist up, taking on a defensive boxing stace, and from the waist down, one foot was a little raised, her knee braced while the other tood firm, her lower body taking on a Mauy Thai stance. For a young woman garbed in nothing but whites, blacks, and grays, her skin pale and her hair a pearl white, there was something elegant about her despite the rugged style she took on. "Ready when you are." She said with a light but determined grin.