Angelica

Your knuckles rap on the door only twice before Angelica opens it, immediately rewarding your eyes with her tanned and very naked perfection.

Standing on the doorway with literally nothing but sweat adorning her lithe figure, the Latina woman greets you with a smile, not at all worried by her lack of clothing.

“Are you busy with-” you start to ask her, only for the brunette to wave you off.

“Nah, just finished fucking my last opponent,” she shrugs casually, tilting her head to the side playfully, “I beat him pretty badly in our match together, so I decided to give him some condolence sex so his ego wouldn’t take that much of a hit.”

I didn’t get any condolence-

“Anyways, what can I do for you?” she smiles, leaning against the door with her naked breasts jiggling at you enticingly.

Actively fighting to keep your eyes on her, you finally found your words, “Right, so I’m currently dealing with a psycho stalker with some vendetta against me. I don’t know her ring name, but I do know she’s been interfering with my matches and-”

Her eyes lit up with realization. “Say no more, I know exactly who you’re talking about.”

“You do?”

Well that was easy.

“Yeah, I had just came back from doing an interview segment the other week. I was walking through that area when all of a sudden, I hear some girl ranting specifically about you in her locker room. Whining about how you’re taking her spot, blah blah blah. It was actually pretty funny at times, I should’ve recorded it,” she tells you.

“What was the room number?” you ask.

Taking a moment to think, she eventually says, “49. Just go to the interview area, go down the hallway next to it, and you’ll see it.”

“Awesome, I can’t thank you enough Angelica,” you grin at her eagerly.

“I know,” she answers proudly, before waving you goodbye.