You’d just finished a match when you’d encountered a pink haired woman wearing clothes that left little to the imagination.

“Hey, you. You look like you could be the next hot thing.” She said as she circled you, her riding crop over shoulder as her blue eyes stared at you with interest.

“How’s about I be your manager and I can make you a star, I’ve seen the way you brawl. You could be the number one fighter in the world. What do you say?” The pink haired woman spoke as she then leaned forwards and playfully tapped your chest.