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Maybe you went to this door because you thought this was room c. Maybe you just liked the way it looked better. Either way, slightly unnerved, you open the door to room c. Inside, you’re met with an impossibly large gym, seemingly hidden away in the spare space within this underutilized portion of campus, with clean floors and spotless bleachers. Speaking of said bleachers, the team you’d been looking for was all here, the 15 woman squad sitting as close to the door as possible in the same pose. Their legs were crossed, mostly covering their panties which would likely have been visible due to their skimpy outfits. These were elaborate leotards, a base layer of this leotard that was likely used for sexfighting, adorned with puffy shoulder pads, short skirts, and large hats circle brimmed and heavy, as well as a small cape that stopped just above their rear. In particular, one of them donned a hat with a shiny bird feather in the cap. However, the odd getup wasn’t exactly the issue you had with this. No, it was that they were all watching you with a stony expression, eyes glued to your body, telling different things with their gaze. Some look at you like as if you were a piece of gum they’d just stepped on, others with a distinct appearance of pity, while others seem to be tearing your clothes off dirt their eyes, predators observing prey.

Before you can speak, the woman with the feather speaks up, practically gliding to you with the same blank expression. Muscular, yet still soft and squishy and, she seems to have a leadership role here. Her face is well defined, covered in a foundation that smooths her features into a fine plane. Her hair is a dark brown, her eyes green and piercing as she speaks, her hands on her ample hips, impressive breasts spilling out of her leotard slightly. “Hello. I assume you’re interested in our recruitment offer? We are always in need of more staff…” you swear you see a smirk on her face as you nod affirmation. “Excellent. I am Mackenzie, troupe leader, and this is our club. However, feel free to call me Kenz if that’s preferable.” As she speaks the rest of the group suddenly rises, performing an elaborate maneuver; their legs move to the side, before they slowly drag their legs up such that their knees almost knock their head. You can see their matching panties underneath, some already wet as they nod in union before sitting as quickly as before, crossing their legs as though there were nothing to be seen. Kenz nods as she begins to pace around you, eyeing you up, her face showing only mild amusement.

“Our groups is fairly well known, but we like to keep to ourselves a bit. First things first, you cannot speak of your training and work here… we prefer to keep others out of our business.” Her eyes narrow as she speaks, and you swallow nervously, a suspicious nod from you giving her the go ahead. “Good! Now, while this may be a club where you can’t really dance with us, that doesn’t mean you’ll be excused from… other competitive activities… After all, our club members are expected to be proficient in battle fucking.” Sheesh, they were so detached from the rest of the school they even call it a whole different thing. She sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder. “However, this is, first and foremost, a club for the ladies. You will battle us, and you may try your best.” As she says this, she grins a bit, looking up at her team. “But you will lose, and you will not gain the right to participate in tournaments. So don’t get any big ideas about bitch breaking here.” Kenz sighs sympathetically before going on, suddenly pulling out a bag full of random slips of paper, placing them in her hat. “That being said, let’s give you an intro match. Who’s it gonna be? Any card, pick a card!” Now, you draw…