watch Darla

Darla was back in her room, her great mass of hair at its full length. It nearly touched each wall with its tips, and a number of hand maidens brushed and tended to it. They weren?t slaves like most of the other girls around here, they were simply fans and followers that she paid meagerly but fucked wildly. Even now one of the fangirls was on her knees, eating her pussy and rubbing her soft pubic hair. Darla had not asked her to, but quietly enjoyed it anyway.

?You next match is this afternoon,? one of them informed the fighter as she laid back calmly and nude in her seat. ?Are you anxious??

?I?ll hold my own just fine,? Darla said without opening her eyes. ?My locks will never fail me against any foe.?

?There?s a lot of tough girls out there, though??

?And I am the toughest. Remember, you cannot expect to win without believing that, or you are already beaten.?

?Very wise, Darla,? the handmaiden said honestly.

?Of course it is,? she said calmly and without venom.