A Gift Awaits

However, your baggage was hardly the most eye-catching thing in the room. Just next to it, a red-haired woman, whose gaze radiated the hunger she clearly felt for you, was casually laying there following your every move, constantly keeping you in her sight. You barely entered through the door, and it seemed as though things were already underway. If you had expected perhaps a grand welcome of the athletes, a parade of champions, or even a vague explanation of the rules beyond those which were listed in your invitation... Well, it seemed you were out of luck, as EroFights catered to those who are used to helping themselves, as this woman seemed interested in helping herself to you.

"Well... well Mr. Doe. I see waiting here for you was worth my time. I do hope you won't disappoint me now!"

She curled up from a sitting position, just like a jungle cat who's seen its prey. She was dressed simply, but that simplicity only heightened your awareness of her spectacular physique. She was wearing a simple pale grey ribbed t-shirt that clung to her ample chest and a pair of jeans hanging low on her hips. Her smooth, slender abdomen was tantalizingly exposing her pale and, like the rest of her, wistfully untouched by the sun, skin. Her feet were clad in an opened toed heel that, had she been standing, would have put her at least eye to eye with you, but for now, they dangled off the edge of your bed. In all her obvious confidence, some might even say arrogance, she at least, had the decency to keep her shoes off the bed.