<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/ValentinaPost.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valentina Machado<br/><strong>Nationality|Faction:</strong>PanOceania|Nomad<br/><strong> Age: </strong>25<br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>CAC Module – Shared living area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Beatriks, Ukikoh, Diwata (In passing)<br/><strong>TRIGGERING CONTENTS:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/>The wiggling form of Beatriks hardly bothered Valentina, she was quite used to the twitch and jab as her compatriot dove head long into the show, like she did.  The two were certainly an odd pair.  Bea, a Reverend Custodier and Val, a defector from PanOceania who bounced from cult to cult before working for the Moderators. Yet they two had bonded over the worst pop culture tripe that Maya and Arachne could offer.  They gobbled it up.<br/><br/>Valentina watched the match intently.  She was all about Natasha Volkov, pride of Bakunin, and one sexy bad ass to boot.  Helena was blonde, beautiful and perfect in that artificial ALEPH way.  The plot had the too adversaries vying for the championship and battling the growing attraction to one another.  It was cliché, derivative and oh so fucking hot.<br/><br/>The fuchsia haired mechanic rolled her eyes at Kiko’s kayfab breaking explanation for where the match was heading.  Sure she could sit back and dissect the various tropes, plotlines and archetypes of all of the players but what fun is that?  Losing yourself in the story and the hot sweaty post-match rendezvous was where it was at!  Seriously all porn was fake, but that didn’t keep it from being hot!<br/><br/>When Beatriks settled from all of her couch gymnastics Valentine plucked a long noodle from her bowl with her chopsticks and held up over Bea’s mouth like a momma bird feeding her baby chick waiting for her to nibble it from her.<br/><br/>“Seriously Kiki, spoiler alert,” she chided her ultra-fit companion when Diwita walked in.<br/><br/>“Why do anything else?” Val quipped from her spot on the couch, never taking her eyes off of the glistening gladiators on the screen.  Helena and Natasha in the 0-12 Oxygen lock, a move that entailed her shapely thighs being wrapped around Natasha’s head in a tantalizingly suggestive submission move.<br/><br/>“Come on Natasha. You can lick your way out of that!”  She snickered.  It was then the lights in the arena began to flash yellow and green and the digital mystical music of The Triad hit.  Yumi, Aiko and Sung raced to the ring pouncing on the rivals.<br/><br/>“Oooo!”  Valentina shifted in delight at the twist.<br/>