Second Impressions?

Tana ushered Yukiko into a private room shoving her lightly through the doors. It was a room with an oil pool in it. Tana quickly locked the door behind her and placed the key loop on the door knob. She didn't need any interlopers butting in. "So, I assume that since you beat Summer you're pretty good at hentai matches?" she asked the pink haired woman eagerly.

Yukiko tried to resist her, but she was pulled into the room with her, and looked down to see the oil pit they were in. Yukiko whimpered a little, not liking this at all as she was now trapped with this mysterious woman. She shook her head upon hearing her question.

"Nh.. no.. no I'm not.. It was just a fluke.." She protested. "That was the first hentai match I've ever done.." She confessed.

Tana seemed even more impressed, and more interested in the girl after learning that Summer KO's on the mat was the result of the girl's first encounter. "That's very impressive." she replied. The still nude wrestler grimaced, "What are you scared about? Are you gonna be a bitch about this? I don't want to wrestle a chicken. That's worse than being bored."

Yukiko blinked when Tana called her out on it. "It's not that I'm afraid.." She lied, putting on a stern face. "It's just that my body is tired from the last match." She explained. "Would you really want to challenge a fatigued opponent?"

Tana curled her nose. "How long are you gonna need to rest?" she asked. "I'd much rather wrestle you at full strength. Is tomorrow good? I'm sure I can find someone to do until then."

Yukiko thought about it for a moment. Her match was a little long, but not exactly exhausting either. She took this into account for a moment, then looked over at her. "Can you wait twenty minutes?" She asked her.

Tana smirked, "Oh you gotta do your' hair. Yeah, I can wait. Wear something better than that." She pointed at Yukiko's suit with a tinge of distaste on her face. "Or wear nothing, if you prefer, but not that." She motioned dismissively at the key hanging on the door. Yukiko could let herself out.

Yukiko frowns at Tana's comment, and looks down at her leotard, then back up at Tana. "What's wrong with it?" She asked curiously. "No one else has had a complaint with it before..."

Tana narrowed her eyes smugly, "The point of your' outfit is to look good, right? Yours doesn't even show anything off, and I know you've got enough to show off." Tana pointed at the girl's chest and nodded.

Yukiko started to smile a little. "I like to try and leave a bit to the imagination." She replied. "Besides, it more than shows off my legs." She added. "If you really want me to change though, I guess I can try to find something..."