Let's go!

You can't help but wrinkle your nose and curl your lip instinctively as Kaye stands across from you, her musk hitting you in full force even from across the ring, now that she's in her ring gear - a black string bikini with a stylized pink "K" and "O" on each cup of the top, and a lipstick kiss of the same color on the front of her g-string thong, the image deformed slightly by the impressive tent she's currently pitching. No doubt, said tent is the source of at least part of that ripe stink she's currently giving off. In spite of yourself, you can feel your own tent pitching in your red compression shorts as the bell rings and she sashays over, hips swaying as she presses up against you, arms wrapping around your neck as her scent threatens to envelop you completely.