Class Warfare - Mika Murasame (D) v Leonie Bowen (D) - Apartment Catfight

Apartment Catfight
Victory by making the other woman admit they're the loser. No Disqualifications. Hentai is allowed. Winner may dominate the loser as they see fit for the rest of the night.

Leonie Bowen stormed into the room in a huff. Sure, she was excited to put that bitch Mika Murasame in her place after their little tiff in the dining hall. But thinking about how excited she was reminded Leonie of said bitch -- which just pissed her off even more. Either way, she was about to put Mika in her place, then fuck her silly until the sun rose. Bedding an attractive girl was always a plus (even if Leonie hated how attractive she found Mika), but Leonie was gonna make sure that rich bitch ate more than just her words.

In a matter befitting the match, she arrived in her sleepwear, and in a matter befitting Leonie herself, that sleepwear was simple. Just a sports bra and some boy shorts, both black and plain as day. Just how she liked it -- and just, in fact, how she guessed her opponent didn't like it. It hadn't been her intention to play up the contrast between them, but something told her that just being herself would do exactly that.

In fact, Leonie figured that she'd be the thing in this room that didn't match Mika's "aesthetic." Between the plush king-sized mattress, the fine dark oak dressers and chairs, the well-upholstered couch, and other fixtures (though all electronics, lamps, and other particularly fragile materials were smartly removed from the room), everything around her was more expensive than anything she ever had. At least Mika'd have some comfort while Leonie was plowing her like a field.

So there Leonie Bowen stood, refusing to sit or lay while waiting for her opponent. Instead, she simply stretched, cracked her knuckles, did a few warmup punching routines, that kind of thing. All while waiting for the so-called Gyaru Queen to make her appearance.

Whoever said "Good things come to those who wait", are probably still shoveling grease flavored pigslop into their vacuous mouths back in the AFW cafeteria. Lard-assed losers who hope and pray for an opportunity at even reaching for the glistening limelight that Mika herself shimmers within 24/7. Basic bitches like that can warm-up the seats in the peanut section all they want. Mika, on the other hand, scarcely had time to check her text messages before scheduled into her debut match and with stipulations that were tailor-fuckin-made for her as well. Shit was easy peezy too. All she had to do was allow some country bumpkin to flex all over her until Lil' Leo was riled up enough to accept whatever circumstances Mika wanted so long as it guaranteed them squaring off. The Gyaru Gal snickering gleefully from the thrill she felt aggravating Leonie and poking the proverbial bear. A subtle hint at what's to come by the time she's finished rocking Leo's world before the night is over, and one more time in the morning.

Fashionably late and fashionably glamorous, Mika took her sweet ass time striding through the hallway in her see through lace lingerie. Flowery decorated with a corset/garter belt number snapped onto lace thigh highs for leggings. The type of sleepwear she could get hopeless marks sprung from with nothing more than them envisioning her wearing it, and the reaction she intended for considering she knew AFW executives would be watching this match with vested interest. Mika waltzing into the bedroom and noticing Leonie stretching her back while dressed in some drab AF sports bra and shorts. Gawd, she was freakin clueless. And totally not checkin her blindside. Mika sneered maliciously and ducked low for several sneaking steps before pouncing upon Leonie from behind. The king-sized mattress breaking Leo's fall to a softly bounced plummet, but with Mika grapevining her legs together with the country girl's and snatching her wrists to extend her arms to the side. "Match starts soon as we enter the room, Boo Boo~...Wassup? Thought you were thirstin for a chance to catch this fade~..."

ternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it.