This wasn’t the first time I had ventured into an opponent’s neck of the woods for a fight. I had met challengers in all kinds of venues from musty underground fighting rings to the most elegant hotels. This, however, was the most interesting and unique of venues that I had been to, although quite fitting for a titty battle.
The Emerald Kitten. A strip club just off the strip in Las Vegas. The lights were low and my trophy boy and I sauntered through the club. The hardwood floors made a clicking sounds as I walked through in my stiletto heels. I was dressed for the venue. Tight silver skirt hugging my hips, smokey grey bra studded with jewels, and a silver satin robe hanging open as I walk through the strip club. My make-up was done perfectly with dark, dramatic black eyeliner, thick lashes and sparkling silver shadow. My lips were glossy in a nude pink and my hair was worn down and straightened.