Keep walking.

Still walking down the hallway, you’re completely oblivious to a sudden blur of movement rushing at you from behind until it’s too late.

“Hah!” Just when you’re about to round the corner, someone suddenly explodes into you with authority.

You barely have time to let out a surprised oomph before the ground suddenly rushes up to greet your unsuspecting face.

Letting the momentum roll you on your back, you briefly tangle with a dizzy spell before your vision starts to clear.

“Well well, looks like I’ve found my next victim.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but before you could do, much less say anything in response you feel her slender fingers roughly digging into your hair.

Hoisting you back up, you catch a glimpse of what looks like a crude-looking tattoo on her right wrist as she forcibly drags you with the other hand hooked underneath your armpit.

Then, with a cry she slams you facefirst against the nearby wall just to make an already bad situation even worse.

Grunting loudly as she finally relinquishes her hold, you slowly slump down to the floor, with the female assailant now towering dominantly over you.

Just before the groggy fog can fully envelop your head, your eyes flutter open and slowly work their way up.

She wears a pair of sleek black platform boots, with the leather contrasting with her pasty, almost ghostly white skin, with some rather sizable tattoos trailing down her calves and thighs.

Partially covering her bare legs is a black miniskirt, along with a skintight black corset that perfectly accentuates her hourglass figure.

She has a tattoo sleeve on both arms, with all kinds of crude and Gothic imagery painted vibrantly across her forearms and even seeping onto her pasty neck.

Her facial features are deceivingly youthful yet at the same time menacing, with metallic piercings on her lip, nose, and ears. There’s an intense yet satisfied gleam in her emerald green eyes, complimented by her black raven hair cascading down her shoulder in bangs.

“Who the hell are you?” you finally demand, after what seemed like an eternity of her confidently leering down on you.

“I’m the League’s dirty little secret. I’m the girl they don’t want you to know about. But…” As her words roll smoothly off her tongue, the girl suddenly kneels down between your legs.

Slinking even closer, she firmly grabs your crotch, running her black-lacquered fingernails along the fabric.

Her smile then turns somewhat sultry as she feels your stiffening reaction. “I bet you know me now, don’t you John?”

“How’d you know my-?”

“I’ve been watching you,” she answers with a seductive toss of her hair. “You like to play within the system, just like the other whores around here.”

You bite your tongue, carefully choosing your next words as she continues stroking your shaft almost casually.

“If you wanted a match, you could’ve just knocked on my door,” you finally shoot back at her.

Scoffing, she leans in even closer to deliver her next scathing words, “But I don’t want a match with you John. I want to make an _example_ out of you.”

Before you could protest, she roughly grips your manhood causing you to nearly whimper in pain.

“See, you’re just another cog in the machine John. A machine that I’m gonna end,” she tells you, the determination in her eyes almost palpable. “And what better way to do that then to bring down Zhang’s newest golden boy?”

The sudden jolt of discomfort mixed in with the pleasure you’ve been receiving from her rhythmic fondling has you at a loss for words as her taunting expression sears into your mind.

Smiling vindictively at your completely petrified expression, she slowly removes her hand from your crotch and hikes up her skirt, exposing her naked womanhood.

Holy shit.

Much like the rest of her body, her feminine flower is pierced, with a metallic ring on her clitoris.

And just over her pierced vagina you made out yet another tattoo, reading “Lucky You” in stylized letters.

With a soft coo, she roughly plunges two fingers inside her lower lips, pleasuring herself at your expense.

“My cunt’s been hankering for some fresh meat for quite some time. And by the looks of it, you’ll do just fine,” she purrs tauntingly.

“W-what kind of match?” you stammer out, completely transfixed as she masturbates herself.

“The kind I always win,” she tells you almost matter-of-factly, tilting her head to the side to study you for a moment. “No rules, no falls, no mercy.”

Her lips curl into a downright sadistic smile. “An ‘I Submit’ match.”

You instinctively gulp, recalling horror stories of the lengths that some ECL fighters would go to to make their opponent submit to them sexually.

Removing her fingers from her pussy, she tosses her hair back again revealing a skull tattoo on the nape of her neck.

“Oh, and the name’s Rose by the way,” she grins devilishly, leaning forward yet again so that her hot breath could tickle your ear.

“Remember that name. You’ll be screaming it out when I’m reaming your ass right back to the bush leagues.”

Letting her sultry threat hang between you, Rose stands back up with a satisfied smirk and saunters away leaving you to your thoughts.

As her domineering figure starts to disappear around the corner, a rush of anger instantly surges through you, fueling a burning desire to get even with the Gothic fighter one way or another.

The only question: do you strike now while you might have the element of surprise or wait until the match where the whole arena can see?