The sun had gone down as Tiffany allowed herself a moment of quiet as she spotted a tall well built, well-endowed male a few feet away. Today Tiffany had worn a pink bra and panties as she had just left the ring after her match with Charlotte Flair. “My name is Tiffany Stratton and who might you be stud?” Tiffany asked as her eyes lingered a second too long on his groin. “You know I want you to move into my room, into my bed. Just you and me…. And passionate gentle nights together.”