Munch, munch, whoosh, pop! Munch, munch, munch, whoosh… Pop! Both eyes glued to the screen in front of her, Dahlia Von Blum continued to chew her favorite gum rather noisily, blowing large pink bubbles every couple of seconds as she watched the duel unfold. She nodded her head approvingly as Roxy managed to come back for the win before launching into an impassioned victory speech, proving once again why she was everyone’s favorite Satisfaction sweetheart. “I won’t be stopped this time. Not by the best duelists of this country, not even by the Anthem b****...”
Well, perhaps she wasn’t all that sweet. Oh well. Most people would have winced to hear that sort of language coming from a duelist, especially on national television. Not Dahlia, though. The blonde chuckled and kicked back her chair as she got to her feet, stretching like a cat after a long nap. Just how much longer were they expected to wait, anyway? Spectating was fun enough for a while, but after an intense match like that, she was itching to get into the ring and take some names of her own... Hmm? It would appear that somebody nearby was speaking. “The lady who has just graced us with her presence is Madame Lydia Maupin, representative of the dueling circuit of Paris... She had initially intended to be only an observer in our Cup, but she has graciously accepted to fill in... Madame Maupin has already proven her valor by holding onto the championship in the European circuit for various years in a row already…”
Dahlia’s ears twitched. She was through the crowd in a flash, pushing past everyone and coming to a halt—probably too close for comfort—next to the mysterious woman, who appeared to be dressed in medieval armor, of all things. “Lydia from Paris, huh?” she asked, not bothering to wait for an answer. “Enceinte de vous rencontrer… Ah, who am I kidding, I don’t actually speak French! The name’s Dahlia, though. Dahlia Von Blum! Don’t you forget it!”
The blonde continued to circle the French girl like an excited puppy, poking and prodding her all the while. “Is it true that you’re the European Champion? Heh, I guess they’re not all that strong in Europe then… And what’s with the armor? I bet it weighs a ton, doesn’t look too comfy either. Don’t you want to, you know, let the girls breathe a little?”
She filled her chest with a deep breath, cupping her own rather large breasts to emphasize her point.