She glances over at Kate's entrance--good--and she starts stretching out her arms, bending her right elbow over her head and pulling it to the left,and then switching sides--
As she stretches, she takes the measure of her opponent, and that measure is: not good. Kate looks a little like hell--even more like hell when she strips off some more of her clothes, bears the bright pink marks torn into her flesh. Johanna isn't one for staring, except when she chooses to--but her gaze lingers a moment on those marks before she turns away, pulls her arm across her chest.
She's not quite done stretching out when Kate calls the start, though her slowness is really quite deliberate. Instead, Johanna turns a slow glance back toward her, eyebrows raised a little.
"You look like shit," she observes, coolly, as she stretches her left arm across her chest.
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As she stretches, she takes the measure of her opponent, and that measure is: not good. Kate looks a little like hell--even more like hell when she strips off some more of her clothes, bears the bright pink marks torn into her flesh. Johanna isn't one for staring, except when she chooses to--but her gaze lingers a moment on those marks before she turns away, pulls her arm across her chest.
She's not quite done stretching out when Kate calls the start, though her slowness is really quite deliberate. Instead, Johanna turns a slow glance back toward her, eyebrows raised a little.
"You look like shit," she observes, coolly, as she stretches her left arm across her chest.