I whip my hair behind my ear as I walk up to the ring. My black leggings hugging my hips and my black tank top clinging to my chest, leaving my stomach exposed. Enjoying the cheers from the crowd, I hop into the ring and glare at you, a smile on my face and my hands on my hips.
“You’ll be the one crying when I slap a leash on you and make you my bitch” I mock with a laugh, giving you a wink.