Introduction

Alright, let’s see if this place is more interesting than the art deco parties on South Beach.

Name’s Anna. I’m a European import, currently baking in the Miami sun. I grew up around things that were meant to be looked at, not touched. Decided I’d rather be both. The modeling gigs here are… easy. They pay for the hobbies, or maybe it’s the other way around. I’m told I have a… distinctive silhouette. All those years of ballet and dressage gave me a strong foundation, literally. Now I just apply it more directly.

I’m here for the art of it, really. The theater. I love a good pro-wrestling style scene—the drama, the story, the spectacle of a total surrender. But I have a deep appreciation for NHB, too. The simplicity is pure. No rules, just that raw, final moment of truth. Story-driven encounters are my favorite, though. Building up a real, juicy reason to tear each other apart? That’s the good stuff.

As for opponents… don’t bore me. The basic “hey bitch” crowd gets blocked. I want someone with a story. A fellow trust fund princess trying to prove she’s not just a porcelain doll? Fantastic. A star athlete who thinks her pedigree makes her untouchable? Adorable. Maybe even someone from a completely different world—a tough girl from the projects who thinks my polish means I’m weak, who wants to take that old-money privilege and smudge it all up with concrete dust. That contrast? It’s delicious. Make me believe the hate. The best fights are between people who have something real to lose.

I’m actually very nice. I’ll even wipe the blood off your cheek after. But make no mistake, I will absolutely kick your ass into next week. Slay, or be slayed, or whatever.

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