Blinking as she's teleported back into her room, Larine staggers out of the teleporter, nearly falling over again. Man, it was going to be a while until she got used to that.<br/><br/>Thanks to all the stress from the day, Larine walks over to her bed and literally collapses onto it stomach-first..breasts pressed against her sheets, and hips arched up in the air. There wasn't really much of anyone that could see her like this, right..?<br/><br/>..And that was really the last thought before the black-haired, petite Larine drifts off into sleep. After all..she was a bit sexually strained. Though..part of her was still a bit..undoubtedly horny, but sleep was first priority..<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>God knows how long she slept - Larine always slept like a baby, and this time was no different. She awakens finding herself curled up into a little ball, sheets wrapped slightly around the upper half of her body..until she looks down and notices a little wet spot on the bedsheets.<br/><br/>"Awh man..I knew I shoulda showered before I crashed.." Larine mumbles with embarassment, slowly hopping up out of her attire. Though, losing so hard had only left Larine with more determination to win...though she *definately* needed a shower now.<br/><br/>Standing up and sauntering over to her bathroom, she looks through the piles of various cosmetics..before selecting a bottle of shampoo that was labeled "French Vanilla" ..and a matching scented conditioner. Larine sits on the edge of the bathtub, bare-bottomed, slender legs stretched out and lightly kicking at the floor to pass the time , one hand running idly back and forth along the water.<br/><br/>(( http://h1.ripway.com/miachan/New/Larinenakie.jpg ))<br/><br/>Sinking down into the tub as it finally fills, Larine breathes a soft little sigh. Reaching out to grab a bar of soap, it literally materializes in her hands..matching the scent of her conditioner and shampoo.<br/><br/>Probably spending a good half an hour with a nice little sponge lathering up every little curve of her body ( and trying to resist using the shower head for unsavory purposes ) , Larine bathes herself and washes her hair, as well as taking care of all other little hygienal nuances, and reluctantly steps out of her nice warm bath..wrapping a towel around her body ( though it was naturally too short - it was *just* long enough to cover her naughty bits at the bottom, but towels weren't meant to be clothes, right? ), Larine plops down on the side of her bed and brings up her PDA, hearing it beeping.<br/><br/>Watching the message from Erica, Larine giggles softly at the fact she's really just a normal person. Being crazy in the ring must get you pretty good credits....<br/><br/>Larine maybe had to work on a personality for herself...<br/><br/><em>So Lara's a pushover huh? ..I never would've guessed that..she looks *really* scary..</em>Larine muses to herself as she re-robes herself again. She also realized she didn't *have* any clothes aside from her wrestling garb..what a drag! Sitting and idly brushing her hair, Larine muses about her new life..before applying a cotton-candy bodyspray to herself ( which, ironicaly, was also "flavored" , like most of the hygienal products around here, probably to make matches even "more" fun..) and slowly slipping her miniskirt up around her waist, tucking it against her body. The little halter top was next to come, dropping it onto her chest perfectly, before raising her arms above her head, lips pursed in a yawn..<br/><br/>"Hmm..I didn't stretch any before last match...that's maybe why it was so hard to escape? I need to stay flexibile..." Larine states matter-of factly, before slowly dropping to the floor in the splits, and bending her body at the waist, trying her best to touch each toe and hold it there. Though, Larine quickly realizes that her miniskirt digs into her the more she stretches..damn these lowbie costumes!<br/><br/>Hopping up, a flicker of determination in her eyes, Larine speeds out towards the teleporter..she was..hopefully going to rack up a win, this time..<br/>-----<br/><br/>(( OOC : New match style idea : Humiliation match. Loser must complete a task of the winner's chosing within one day. Bets stated before match, or chosen by defendant.