Still seated on the couch, she had her legs crossed in a very lady-like fashion. If there was one thing that she learned from that lavis, posh private school of hers, was how to be a lady. And even in the grimiest, most devastating or "un-lady like" moments, she still learned how to keep that essence about her. And, even if she didn't always show it, that doesn't mean she couldn't, when you least expected it of her. This was one of those times. Of course, even with her lady-like gestures and posture, the outfit she wore tonight and her body features told an entirely different story. There was something about her that just offset any good that people thought would ever come out of her. Hell, she all but put Stacy in Randy's arms to RKO her, despite being his finacee and pregnant with his child. Would the baby be okay? Who knew really. She was rushed to the hospital with hast, seeing as she was with child and everything. And, as much as people wanted to blame this new, very asshole like, developing attitude that Randy's suddenly undergoing on Arielle, it wasn't her fault. All she did was tell him to take a hold of his balls and realize his true potential, not just in life but in his career....his wrestling career. If he saw it as Stacy holding him back and he needed an escape from her, that was all up to him. And if he thought that this was his escape, then that was all his choosing too. Not once did Arielle tell him or encourage him to go cause some chick to miscarry their child, to break off his engagement to her, or to RKO her....for a SECOND time in their lives...in the center of the WGEF ring. Again, that was all on him. All she did, was show him the glory of what he could have in store for him, if he lost the dead weight and finally realized what his life could be like. He didn't have to follow her advice, he didn't have to RKO Stacy and he certainly didn't have to break off their engagement. No one ever asked him to. But...since he did...who was Arielle not to congratulate him on his new found sense of general worth and stability?

So she sat there, the dress she was wearing barely had enough material to cover her entire body, let alone those gorgeous legs of hers and they looked absolutely perfect. Especially as the light hit them. So silky and smooth, any sane man would be starring at them. Randy's eyes traveled up her legs, from the very base of her foot -- with her six inch, black stiletto heels. They weren't just any six inch heels, either. They were those "fuck me", hooker heels. You know the kind, there worn every Halloween as girls dress like total tramps. It's like they said on Mean Girls...it's the one night a year that a girl can dress like a total slut and no one can say anything to her about it. And as his eyes traveled from her feet up those legs, he was definately taking in every luscious inch of her. His eyes stopped at her knees, simply because she was still seated and there wasn't much else he could look at...at least, not until she stood. And to say that she hadn't noticed him eyeing her would be a total lie...because she had. And, as if to follow a command that he had telepathically sent to her, she rose to her feet. Slowly uncrossing her legs, and no....not in that Sharon Stone, Basic Instincts kind of way. She was classy, not trashy, people. She rose to her feet. Adjusting the bottom of her dress....at least a little bit, anyway, she looked at Randy and the smile on his face only grew wider. His eyes kept moving upward from her perfectly fit and tanned legs to her thighs, and then of course came the defining moment of the stare. Her ass. He managed to catch a little glimpse, as she stood with her body arched just slightly. The dress was black in color and hugged her body ever so nicely. His eyes wondered further up her body, and there hung the part of the dress that was probably the most appealing to him. It was a low cut dress, but it wasn't as open or trashy as the infamous J.Lo green dress. It actually did create a V, and stopped as the upper torso area met the area that separated breasts from belly. And from that point forward, it was strictly a closed dress that, like we said, hugged her body nicely. The straps were slightly thick, as they went around her neck and connected at the back of her neck, hidden by her long, gorgeous and shiny blonde hair. And yes, even the back was cut slightly low. Just...not as low as the front. The back was sort of a tubed-top fashion dress. And, for those that failed Fashion 101, this was called a two-way cocktail dress. You could wear it as a dress such as how Arielle is wearing it now, or as a simple tubed top dress. Down the side of the dress was one piece of material that was flared out just a little, and hung just a little bit lower then the dress itself, on Arielle's thighs. It was almost like that piece of material that most wrap around skirts and dresses have, only this was not a wrap around. The center of the dress had one thing that definately caught Randy's eyes, other then showing off her stacked rack, she had a shiny diamond in the center of the dress as an accessory. And no, not a cubic zirconian, it was an actual diamond. See, Arielle had the kind of money that, yes she could have real diamonds and sapphires placed on her attire, no need for the fake. Not for her, anyway. After all, she was Princess Arielle, was she not? Anyway, Randy was definately mesmerized by the sight standing in front of him, and what a sight she was. Tonight, though, unlike their first encounter, she simply wore her hair fully straight and it still managed to look gorgeous. Her make-up was done perfectly, nothing that stood out too much or screamed clown -- like some other people we know -- and it fit her skin tone to a perfect T. The smirk on her face gave off the impression that, she knew she had that knockout body that would drive any man insane and, at the present moment, the man enjoying her body was Randy Orton. And, it's not like she was complaining...after all, he wasn't too shabby himself, with his black slacks and baby blue shirt. The man was a bonified stud, that was for sure, and any girl would be a fool not to see that in this man. Of course, most men weren't too subtle when starring at a beautiful female such as Arielle. Arielle, on the other hand, had a few years of practice in hiding how she looked at a man she deemed as "hot" or "studly". She cleared her throat, and Randy sort of snapped out of the trance he was in, looking back at Arielle and into those hypnotic ocean blue eyes of her. Umm, have we mentioned how much of a knockout this girl was? Because...if not....then yeah, she is.

Arielle Andrews. "I'm sure, whoever that brilliant woman was, would definately appreciate that thank you, too. She said that with a sly smirk on her beautiful face. And, if I can be honest with you -- not like I haven't before -- but, I really thought you'd been far too pussy whipped to even dare go against what the little wifey said. I guess you've proven me wrong. Congratulations, Mister Orton, you've managed to gain my intrigue and put a smile on my face, all in the same night. I wonder what I have to do, to ammend this action."

Randy Orton. "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you can think of something to show your appreciation."

Arielle let out a little laugh. She was no stranger to this type of thing, that was for sure. But, would she really live up to the sterotypical blonde "slut" gimmick that was created by so many before her. Hmm...probably. But that's not to be used as a means to take away from the great skill she has inside the ring -- or out, for that matter.

Arielle Andrews. "And just so you know, with or without Stacy, you were a star destined for greatness. No one would've been able to stop you from getting there....ever. The only reason I said what I said the other night, was because you looked like you needed a little bit of help getting rid of the dead weight that surrounded you. And what better way to lose the weight, then to find a little....umm...routine that you knew would work out. Stacy has no idea how to work a man like you. Why, you're Randy Keith Orton -- the lady thriller and the legend killer. That name holds more merit in itself, then Stacy ever has or ever could in her entire career...."

She smiled, as she slowly began to drag the index finger on her right hand up his chest, slowly. She walked around him, in a little circle, as her gaze fell from his abdomen to his chest, following the path her finger was moving in, before putting her attention back on him.

Arielle Andrews. "...of course, me personally, I think I'd need to test that 'Lady Thriller' part, before ever acknowleding it as one of your aliases. But then again, if you managed to knock someone as loose as Stacy Keibler up, then it must be true, right?"

She looked at him with a smile on her face, and he simply smirked. He knew what she was getting out, and any man getting attention like this from a woman like her, well...they'd feel pretty damn confident too. Slowly, she walked behind him, dragging her entire right hand up from his chest to his shoulder, and all the way around his back and from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, as she continued to walk around him.

Arielle Andrews. "Now, Randy...comes the best part of your night. See, you took my advice the other night and you lost the one...or rather two...things that had been holding you back for so long. The soon to be wife is out of the picture and, you've got me to thank for saving your precious little career. I think that deserves a thank you. Now, words can only stretch so far, but...like you told me earlier. You're a smart man, I'm sure you can figure out the perfect way to show me your appreciation."

Randy Orton. "What did you have in mind, Miss. Andrews?!"

Arielle Andrews. "Oh no....no, no. She brought her hand down his arm very gently, letting the softness of her touch catch his attention entirely. Sure, these were very simple gestures but, even the slightest touch could drive a man absolutely insane and in all the right ways. You get to come up with that one, Mister Orton. And, I know you...you always aim to please. At least, as far as women go, you do. I'm sure you can think of something that we'd both deem as appropriate. And when you do, I'm sure you'll figure out how to get in touch with me."

She arched her eyebrow slightly, in one of those ways that was very exotic, yet a little evil at the same time. Either way, it was hot. Her eyes fell to the door that was still left slightly open. She could hear people walk by his room, she heard the murmurs that they'd kept -- attempting to keep them to a dull roar, as they passed his door. Most of which told the world how they felt about the whole Stacy thing and most of them were disapproving. She pulled him down to her, and moved in closer to him, so that their bodies were touching. And, when we say touching, we literally mean that they were brought together so tightly, that not even scotch tape could squeeze between these two. Leaning into him a bit more, she gently whispered something into his ear, that made him grow extremely confident, cocky and caused him to lick his lips with a smirk on his handsome face.

Arielle Andrews. "And, just so you know....despite what people say...what you did out there, with Stacy...was very, very hot. It's what brought me here...and made you more appealing to me."

She smiled, pulling her body away from his. He turned around and watched, as she headed towards the door of his lockerroom. She didn't even bother to look back at him, and why should she, really? She knew he was starring at her as she walked away. It's what every man does, when they come within a mere few feet of her. And Randy Orton was no different. Not now, not ever. Making it to the door, she opened it just enough to squeeze her tiny body out of it and threw the door. Adjusting her hair and her dress, she looked around with a smirk on her face as she closed the door behind her. Men and women of the WGEF alike looked at her as she exited the room, and she could careless, really. She starred right back at them, that gleam in her eye and the smirk on her face was not phased at all by any of this. She walked off down the hall, the natural sway of her hips leading the way, as she headed back to her own lcokerroom. She'd hear from Randy again, she just knew it. She had that effect on people. Whether it'd be again tonight, or some other night in the very near future, it didn't really matter. Regardless, he'd come back around. She had him right where she wanted him....or vice versa. Whichever you choose to believe....