Luna Ashcroft vs Amaya Morimura [Thrall or Fall] Special Stipulation Match

Match Type: Thrall or Fall
Extra Stipulation: Soft Style Hentai rules apply.
Victory Conditions:
Luna: Win via pinfall, only after she has forced her opponent to orgasm while performing a "love bite" to "turn" her foe.
Amaya: Win via pinfall, securing her "escape".

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Luna sat quietly in the corner, legs crossed as she lounged comfortably. Her hands rested lightly on her lap as she watched the far door across the way. The room was dimly lit by the flickering glow of lights from candelabras that, unless you really looked, appeared to be real. The large room was lavish with a feel of olden aesthetics one might find in a far off castle found deep within the heart of Romania. Cold dark stonework from head to toe, large intricate tapestries adding a splash of color to the room. A few ornate looking canvases depicting questionable scenes of horror in oil paint form. Despite the room itself being windowless, a large LCD TV was inset into the fake stonework. It was on, depicting a realistic looking view from a high castle wall in the dead of night. Stars filled with stars, a full most hanging high in the sky. In the distance was the crashing shoreline of a beach with a soft reflective glow off the water.

The soft transparent curtains bordering the fake window pillowed as ventilation into the room would occasionally pump a soft breeze to whip into the room. It had the look and feel of Gothic architecture down to the smallest of details. They had even though to weather the stone and add small details like cobwebs. The added bonus was it didn't have the negatives of the real thing. No stale air, no cold wet stone or scent of moss and mold. The centerpiece of the room was a king sized four post bed. Finely crafted a deep dark cheery wood with bright red curtains drawn high at the moment, but could be dropped to enclose the bed completely to add a more personal tightly paced illusion to the large bed. A large fax fur blanket thrown over the black sheets below, a wealth of pillows piled at the head of the bed.  Littered around the wed were thin slightly transparent ribbons meant to look like webbing, freely provided in case either woman wished to make use of them on her opponent.

Luna Ashcroft:

She was dressed in her full attire, set for a match. While she hadn't requested this, the moment she had been approached about it she had jumped to participate. Her opponent had been left a mystery, adding a sense of danger, thrill to it all. Whoever had booked this though seemed to like and understand her gimmick, so much so she had considered making this something she would do again, perhaps a stipulation match all for her. How cool was that. She sank in the large cushions of the large ornate chair, flashing a fanged smirk, steepling her fingers. The suspense was killing her, wanting to get things started. After all, this was her first official match with AFW, making a strong impression was important.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. That little sentence from Hamlet was the first thing that had crossed through her mind when she had been booked into a match where the road agent had promised her that she would not get pummeled, slammed from the rooftop of a cage or being put into a deadly armbar that would have spend her time in the hospital for weeks. Pin her and you win, nothing more had been asked from the kawaii.
As much as a relief that was, all the people from the filming crew were quite excited when she entered the room that was working as the editing and filming central. That was a bad sign.

This match would be added to the DVD on demand services of AFW and so would not appear on any match card for a PPV or a televised event, so it was without direct spectators. That was assuring.
Less  assuring was that most of the stuff that was DVD on demand from AFW was icky at best. That was rather troublesome for her.

Then there was the attire she had been asked to wear. She had kept her umbrella but changed her kimono for  an elegant black halter neck dress with white frills at the décolleté and the top of the side slits it sported. It was shoulder free and also had black satin gloves as accessoires. Underneath the dress was a sporty black top and shorts of the same color, but both had also white frills. New were also the white suspenders that reached up until the middle of her tights and were held up around her waist with a little band. Her geta shoes had been replaced with black high heels too, and around her head she wore a short Victorian bat themed mask which had found use in decadent parties.    

While she had been in thoughts, a red light went on and Amaya got a sign to enter through the dark curtain which posed as a door. Carefully she put her umbrella through it to push it aside before she stepped in, raising the impromptu umbrella shield slowly so that Luna got a good sight at her. The young Japanese was a master in wearing difficult to wear shoes, so she involuntarily stuck a very good pose in them, carefully balancing her umbrella on one of her shoulders while she was visibly struck by the scenery, opening her mouth a little bit in awe.

It wouldn't be unreasonable to Luna to be missed, tucked in the corner she might as well been an elaborate part of the scenery. She tilted her head curiously as the elegant woman slipped through the curtains into view. An unfamiliar face from the few Frictions talents she had thought to look into. She couldn't help but wonder if the girls attire had been her own or supplied by wardrobe.

She slowly reached up, her gloved fingers tracing the smooth curves of her own mask. The only part of her attire she hadn’t had in her possession. A start white porcelain half mask taken straight from the pages of Phantom of the Opera. She couldn't help but smirk, one of her fangs poking out slightly past her lip.

She kicked her leg up to uncross both letting the gentle man made breeze roll over her exposed thighs. She rose from her chair, stepping into the dim candlelight, sparkling emerald eyes locked on the sight of the woman wrapped up and presented to her as a gift in a lovely dress. “Good evening…” She hadn't been given any real direction, but given the setting and presentation, she supposed indulging in a bit of fun roleplay was in order. “Welcome to my abode. You seem lost.”

The heels of her boots cracked softly against the stonework floor until she neared the bed, stepping onto a sprawling rug. Her fingers traced the edge of the bed until she had finally reached a corner post. She wrapped her arm around the wood, leaning up against the pillar as she eyed Amaya hungrily. “Perhaps I can be of some assistance, my dear."

"Agh!"
Making a little hop and fighting for her balance on her high heel shoes for a moment, Amaya finally closed her mouth again when Luna came into her sight, obviously ready to grapple with her. The other girl had much more leather on her than the young Japanese, and what about the wings? Was she a bat or something? But then it dawned on her. The castle view, the webs...the fang looking out of the mask?

"Kyúketsuki."
She whispered before closing and putting her umbrella aside and stepping forward.
*Keep calm, you just have to pin her. She´s not really a vampire.*
Amaya reminded herself, already a little bit caught in the masterful presentation of the room.  
"Yes, you can indeed be of assistance. I visited the party and must have taken a wrong door. If you would be so kind to show me the way out?"
She decided to play along with the polite voice and likewise smile of a refined party guest. If she refused to play along, she was pretty sure that the director would step in and demand a restart.

Luna hummed thoughtfully as she gauged the young girls reaction to her, it was hard to hide the amused smirk as she drank in the girl’s surprise. Gracefully she slipped from behind the bed’s pillar, gloved fingers dancing playfully over the intricately carved wood until they dropped away. The two still had distance between them but Luna was slowly inching closer.

“But of course, fair lady, I would be overjoyed to oblige… but if I may be so bold, may I ask of you, a name?” She had been taking careful strides the entire time, nearing Amaya from a slight angle. “Ah, how rude of me to inquire of you of such a thing, how dreadfully forgetful of me.” She raised her hand to run her fingers along the edge of her mask, splaying them out to grip it gently in her palm as if she made to remove it. After a brief pause of suspense, her hand moved away leaving it in place. “The masquerade… we are to be strangers.”

Luna stood before Amaya now, so close now she could reach out and touch the girl. She dipped dramatically, bowing deeply with a flourish of her half cloak. As she dropped below immediate view her hand reached to gently scoop Amaya’s into her own. She peered up at the girl, making eye contact as she moved to bring her hand close to place a soft kiss upon the back of her hand.

“For tonight, you may call me Elizabeth.” She had no real connection with her chosen alias, something simple and timely to fit the setting. As she rose up to face Amaya again, she had moved even closer placing the girls nearly pressed against one another.

Despite her insecurity about this whole affair, Amaya had a hard time not to giggle when the girl approached her with a kiss to the hand. She had to admit that the so called Elizabeth was playing that role in a very convincing fashion and a charming way. Besides that she was not exactly a giant and the young Japanese still had the hope that she could pin her quickly or at least fend her off before anything lewd or strange would happen to her.

"You may call me Maya. My pleasure meeting you, Miss Elizabeth."
She would lift her dress a little bit in an appropriate fashion for a curtsey. She would not have been able to deny that she was taking a rather detailed look at her opponent, curiosity winning over her concerns before they were rather close and her excitement rose a little bit more with every step.

“Lady Maya, I assure you, the pleasure is all mine. You are positively a vision in such a remarkable gown, with a voice as sweet as honey.” She gently pressed herself up against Amaya, her voice softer, somehow more welcoming. “Lady Maya…”

Luna raised a hand, gently running the backs of her fingers over the girl's cheek, brushing back a few odd strands of hair. “Do you dance?” Luna wore a small smile, easing herself up against Amaya until they had been pressed together. Her arms subtly take position around the the other girl. One hand slipped  around Amaya's side while the other searched out the other woman's hand to raise it slightly. Luna embraced her as if she meant to lead them in a slow waltz here and now.

If she encountered no resistance she would politely wait for Amaya to place her free arm around Luna in turn. The dark damsel would then indeed begin to move them in the simple pattern of a slow waltz. “Odd to find another so far from the party, I must admit it was all a bit much, the crowds. If feel far more at ease when in the good company of few over the many.” She raised Amaya’s hand to girl the girl a small twirl before drawing her back in.

"Stop it, dear Miss Elizabeth. You fluster me."
Amaya answered, intrigued by the little game they were playing. Although she was from a rather traditional and uptight geisha household, geishas had been no stranger to seductive demeanor in the past and the Japanese wasn´t made from stone either. And what could happen in a little dance?

So *Maya* offered no resistance when she was drawn closer against the vampire girl.
"Ah."
She gasped lightly when their bodies fully touched. A slow waltz was no roadblock for her, she had learned to dance from a very early age. Maybe she could turn this around in her favor somehow, tripping Luna on the bed for a quick cover or something.
"What woman on a party like this can´t dance?"
She asked before she was twirled and laded back against her host with a little smile.
"I like both ways."

“If that I could, fair Lady Maya, but I fear your beauty has me under some manner of spell.” She sighed softly as if lamenting such a thing. Luna had taken it upon herself to provide them a bit of music, humming a soft haunting melody as she lead them in the simple steps of the dance. Away from the door, away from the bed, drifting to where they had been provided the most room. She was mindful of the girls heels upon the uneven stonework and rug.

“Ah, of course, how foolish of me. Dear Lady Maya, you must think of me as some terrible monster, asking questions such as these as if such a refined woman of your standing could not dance at a ball…” it was here she gave the girl a gentle twirl, both testing her first hand and demonstrating in context that she could indeed dance. When she drew the girl back however, they were even closer now.

Luna’s piecing green eyes hadn't left Amaya’s, staring into the girl so deeply it was as if she were viewing her soul through the windows of her eyes. “I envy your social gifts to stand even before both unwavering. How fortuitous that I meet such a ravishing woman of boundless talent such as you here tonight.” Luna had lead them in a small circle, spinning the two of them slowly with each step ever mindful of all the obstructions in the room.

Her land at the girl’s side slowly slipped behind Amaya, resting on the gentle slope of there small of her back. With no further warning she gave the girl a dip, letting the girl hang over the twilight of empty air while Luna acted as her steadfast anchor, keeping the girl from falling. In the smooth motion she had clutched the girl close, lowered up against her to draw their lips together.

A simple yet passionate kiss, her warm soft lips nudging up against Amaya’s as she would prolong the sweet embrace for as long as the girl dipped beneath her, trapped in her arms, would allow. The illusion of choice, the lack of force she actually applied made this kiss harmless despite its purpose to entrance her counterpart.

Just do it would have probably been the best way for her. Not thinking things through, just do it. But while she had been lollygagging, Luna had already a plan in mind from which she had not the slightest clue, so she remained relatively carefree while dancing.
"I am not ravishing, I am just a common girl."
She replied rather joyously while she was still a little bit flustered. The whole scenery had the level of charm a vampire novel could have when burly men did not bash the door in to destroy the vile count or in her case the countess.

"Whoa!"
She squealed a little before she found herself caught in the arms of Luna, her torso bended backward.
"Let me...HMMPF!"
Her protest was silenced by the lips of the other girl. Her own eyes went wide open, she had walked right into the trap of the countess! Her hand slapped lightly against the back of her opponent in protest while her lips remained as sealed a possible, one leg kicking out into thin air.