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[center][color=ec008c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lobby[/center]
[@Mr Allen J]
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The Russian bombshell entered the lobby with a white fluffy towel, complimentary of the tournament staff. She held her long auburn mane in the towel and rubbed it in a slow attempt to dry it. Under the lobby lamps, her leotard still hugged tightly to her quivering curves. As she clapped by in flip-flops, she heard a few women scoff and the testosterone-induced huffing and puffing of a few males instantly ceased as they watched the magenta-wearing vixen stalk by. She already had her warm-up, if that’s what that match was. Her opponent had barely survived two minutes with her. She found some space where she could stretch and spreading the towel, giving it a single flap before laying it upon the floor. Velvet then stepped onto it, crouching before [url=http://pre06.deviantart.net/f0ca/th/pre/i/2017/047/7/8/hyacinth___split_by_zabzarock-dazahcp.jpg]extending her lengthy legs in a stretch[/url]. Her palms were flat upon the floor, chest up in a yoga position, and glutes clenched.

There was so much wasted ki in the lobby with people bickering and growling at each other like animals. When she had passed through it, she hadn’t found who she was looking for. She started to wonder if he would even come. It was still too early in the tournament to tell. If he wasn’t competing, would he be in the stands?

[color=gray][i]Я не вижу Адама,[/i] (I do not see Adam)[/color] her hidden comm informed.

Velvet’s blue eyes narrowed in disappointment behind her mask.

[color=gray][i]Подождите немного дольше.[/i] (Wait a little longer)[/color]