"Uhn..my first..real match today, huh? ..Had lots of practice..but..am I ready..?"<br/><br/>Slowly sitting up in her little makeshift bed with simple satin lavender sheets, Lariné clutches the sheets to her naked form, the outline of one silky leg seen up to mid-thigh just barely sticking out of the edge of the sheets. Raven-black hair dangles down over her eyes a bit unevenly from her nap..her body still radiating warmth from the shower she had the night before...as well as a strong grape scent. Pressing one hand gently to her forehead, the satin sheets spill a few inches down below her breasts, baring the ripe orbs of flesh as she looks around....<br/><br/>She still couldn't believe she was just..yanked out of her everyday life and thrown into some interstellar porn production..er, rather wrestling league, of sorts. As Lariné slowly pushes herself out of bed, the covers fall completely around her to reveal every little womanly curve of her body - her hourglass waist, tiny, tiny definitions of muscle in her legs..her toned backside...and her deep, emerald-green eyes.<br/><br/>Even worse was the outfit that she was supposed to be wearing. Suddenly, the little PDA at her side started to beep. Sighing, Lariné reluctantly trudges over to the pile of clothes..and grabs the little miniskirt with a little crotch-strap attatched, and holds it up in front of her eyes, shaking her head disdainfully. Slowly lifting one leg..she slides it up over that one..and then the next..sliding the little mini skirt up her hips. Turning to the mirror, she slowly spins herself in place, and turns to see her bottom in the mirror...tugging up her miniskirt against her form - and arching her hips out to get a closer look.<br/><br/>"Geez..! This shows off the bottom of my butt really nicely..I might as well be wearing a bikini.."<br/><br/>Next, the little strapless halter-top was next to come on..raising her slender arms, she slowly slides it over her breasts, and moves the fabric around behind her back to tie the two little strongs together that hold it together., and loops them, bringing them up to rest around her neck anyway. It tended to hang a bit low...and leave little to the imagination, anyway..<br/><br/>Brushing a hand back through her hair, she picks up her PDA, and looks at the little red light on the side, tapping it with a neatly-clipped fingernail..<br/><br/>"I wonder what's going on..?"