Chloe

“You know you look really cute with this whole Scooby Doo thing you got going on,” your friend teases your contemplative expression.

Reclining back on a folding chair in your locker room, Chloe is dressed in one of her pretty summer dresses with her raven hair flowing down her shoulders.

Naturally, you knew you had to contact one of your closest friends both in and out of the ECL, regarding the identity of this mysterious stranger, and thankfully she didn’t disappoint.

“So just to sum up… you were requesting some new ring gear from the League seamstress, Mrs. Keen. Once the order had been delivered, you started to leave but then someone else came in after you-”

“The blonde girl,” she nodded.

“Right, so you overheard this blonde woman talking to Mrs. Keen about getting a mask and some kind of black catsuit for ‘unofficial League business.’ She didn’t show her face and you don’t recognize her voice from any of your previous matches. I miss anything?” you tell her, verbally reciting the information she had just given you.

“Nope, you got it all. Obviously, blonde’s are a dime a dozen around here, so that doesn’t exactly narrow it down,” she frowned slightly, obviously regretful that she couldn’t give you more.

“Nah, this is good. It matches with the description I got from another sexfighter, so I know now I’m on the right track. Believe me Chloe, you’ve helped me out a bunch!” you reassure her.

“Who is she anyways, a secret admirer to you?” the ebony woman asks bemusedly.

“I wish. She’s been interfering in my matches as of late, really messing my game up. So the sooner I can rip the mask off, the sooner I can get back to doing what I do best,” you sigh.

“And not a moment too soon. I’ll be looking for you in the ring,” she grins at you with a sultry wink, before getting up to take her leave.

One more piece falls into place.