<strong>Louise</strong>felt the rich pools of the spotlights as she entered the stage, accompanied by her secondant Audrey. The three-thousand seater arena seemed bathed in shafts of light, moving like the legs of spiders. Her low, black pumps clicked gently at the floor and she smiled warmly at the cameramen, at Jack and at the stage hands. Stepping up near the edge of the stage, she stretched her arms out, opened her hands and gave a full-toothed, confident smile to the audience. When she looked around, she could see Felina coming out of a stage entrance on the other side. The two had not met in years - last time around, six years ago, neither of them had had half the experience they had built up by now - but Louise had encountered (and outclassed) some escapologists, both male and female, who cited Felina as an inspiration. And of course Louise, too, recognized that this opponent was an inspiring challenge and an excellent sportswoman in this field. She also knew Felina could be tough and sometimes wicked-minded, and would not hesistate to use a position of superiority to deliver less than noble slaps, mental and physical, beyond the actual bondage. Meeting her now would indeed be a thrilling challenge.<br/><br/>Unhurried but focused, Louise went straight towards Felina and met her gaze. She leaned forward with a smile, put her arm around Felina's shoulder and furtively kissed her cheek; this feminine gesture made Jack spread his hands out in delight. The two women were indeed looking great,<br/><br/>Louise had chosen a darkish profile for the show, but she recognized that some of her gear might come off before they were even halfway down the track. Her sculpted, powerful calves and thighs stood encased in dark coffee-brown lycra stockings, underneath these glowed tight blue cotton panties studded with small scintillating stars. She wore no skirt, as this would have been useless, but a glossy black satin corset laced in the back and with the eyelets covered by a zipped seam reached up to slightly over her nipples, while she had opted not to wear a full bra. She knew the corset would allow for very tight and complete breast bondage without having to go off fully, and had informed the show hosts of this. Felina would know already; Louise had worn this or similar corsets at many previous shows and had fought off breast bondage thus dressed.<br/><br/>Her long, dark, curly hair flowed to her shoulders as she again faced Jack, entering into some idle small talk while Felina Pan Teer greeted the audience and the arena roared.