2v2! Manila and Chloe VS Halia and Ash!

"Ladies and gentlemen, Queen and commoners, native or foreigner, I invite you all to behold another wondrous spectacle in the fair capital of Enferia. This feature today is special on a number of levels... Not only are four brave warriors competing today for glory, they are fighting in our most diabolical and challenging arena yet!"

Aloysius swept a many-ringed, chubby hand over the pit below, his voice booming with all the drama he could muster as it echoed throughout the hushed crowd. Below, one immediately noticed several tall glass pillars, perfectly round and smooth at the top, jutting from the fine silt of the arena floor. A veritable forest of them littered the center of the pit, gleaming in the sun but fairly transparent, each one varying in height.

"You'll note these slippery glass pillars are hard to see -- a hazard for our fighters, but we wouldn't want to obscure the action, would we?" he chuckled. "What we cannot see are the quicksilt pits strategically positioned throughout the arena. Not quicksand but quicksilt -- a grit so fine that you're liable to sink in to your waist if you jump right in, but so sharp that it erodes all but the sturdiest equipment in moments! Remember not to struggle too hard when you fall in, ladies -- that only makes it worse!" Aloysius chortled.

"And as if that weren't enough...!" he began. "Our illustrious Queen Syndra has nobly devised her own twists for the entertainment of our lowly lives, twists she assures me will be positively... delightful. We'll have to wait and see just what they are though!"

"Without further ado! The fighters!"

The crowd cheered as the eastern portcullis chugged open slowly. Stepping out into the bright noon sun was a petite, red-haired half elf, sporting her classic green-tunic-and-pigtails look, and a short, spiky black haired common smith, wearing her signature white tank top and baggy brown pants. Iron Ashley hefted her broadsword onto one shoulder to grin and hold up a hand to the crowd. Halia the Arcane Trickster blew kisses and bounced up and down excitedly at the applause -- the two well-known arena combatants were received by a chorus of cheers and clapping.

"Working together for the first time... the first, you may know as the Arcane Trickster, the Mistress of the Golden Thread, or Green Blur, the one you never see coming and the one you'd better never forget... HaaaalllliiiAAAA Half-ELVEEEEN!" Aloysius really leaned into this one, his face going cherry red as he bellowed out the last notes.

"The second, rising through the ranks with hard work and applied talent, having wielded a blade before most could wipe their arses, I give you... the Spellsword, the Elemental Blade, the Girl With the Will of Iron and a Heart of Gold, Iiiiiiroooon Ashleeey SmiiiiIIIITTHHH!!"

The ridiculous applause the audience was giving perhaps sent butterflies through the stomachs of their opponents. Who can say? The portcullis rattled open slowly on the western side of the arena, letting more light peek in as two more combatants stepped into view...

((I'll gladly post an introduction for the next two, I may have to PM you with a question or two first if you decide not to do so yourself, though.
Also, just to throw some things out there -- I'm thinking the 'quicksilt' can act as an added penalty on any critical failures. Maybe just limit it to critical failures on attacks OR defense, one or the other, but basically anytime a 1 is rolled, the character gets stuck in some quicksilt and ends up losing an extra piece of clothing. Sound good?
The columns of glass are there to add terrain -- get creative and use them as you see fit. It's even possible that touching certain pillars has positive or negative effects, e.g. one happens to be electrically charged, or one is magically sticky to the touch like super glue... but it's safe to say that most of them are between 8-15 feet tall and fairly difficult to impossible to climb on one's own.))

"Joining us from the Western gates, two performers renowned through the land!" Aloysius bellowed. "First the wailing banshee, the martial arts singer, the girl with some hidden secrets, Manila the fffflllaaattt!"

The crowd whooped and laughed as Manila stomped out angrily. Last time she'd come into the arena she'd made a graceful entrance. This time she just walked out like an agry bitter child. She couldn't believe the nickname Manila the flat had stuck after her last round!

"Ooh, looks like Manila is still wearing her padded undergarments!" Aloysius laughed, drawing even more attention to Manila's falsely enhanced frame. "Guess she forget that we all saw everything during her last fight, and nobody is going to be fooled by some extra padding!"

Everyone laughed as Manila blushed again. All she'd been given was the same padded underwear! She had no choice but to wear it. Besides, it was a security for her. Despite the fact everyone now knew about her enhancements, she still didn't want them seeing her without them!

"And Joining Manila, a first time fighter in the ring, the spry comedian with the heart of gold (and a body to match) Chloe the Jeeessstterrr!"

Chloe came out, flipping head over heels in a stunning acrobatic display. She landed by Manila, striking a pose, one leg forward, arms extended out, hip jutting. the crowd was stunned. Under her skin tight Jester outfit was obviously a woman of near perfect proportions. Her large bust strained against the skin tight outfit, which also clung to her wide hips and perky butt. Her face was painted white with designs on the cheeks. To top it all off she had the most absurd jester hat anyone had ever seen. It was huge, more then a foot tall, with random comedy objects hanging all over it. The crowd reacted with a mixture of awe, appreciation and amusement.

"See, that's how you make an entrance, Manila the flat!" Chloe said, winking at Manila who blushed furiously. Now the clown even knew her shameful nickname!

"Now, for your viewing pleasure, let the games begin!"

Manila looked at her enemies. The two seemed like veterans of the ring, skilled and imposing. To win, they'd have to work together. Manila formulated a quick plan.

"Chloe, get their attention. Distract them." Manila said. "I'll seek around to try to get a good shot with my voice."

"Distractions are my specialty!" Chloe winked, then vaulted up a shorter glass pole.

"Hey you two!" She yelled at the two opponents. "Ever heard the one about the bishop and his wife?"

While Chloe took attention Manila slipped around sideways to try to get a good line of sight. She hoped to get control of one of their opponents with her musical abilities.

(Chloe- 10 dex + 4 = 14. She intends to jump to a higher glass pole when her enemies get too close
Manila- 7 dex + 7 roll = 14 She is trying to sneak around undetected)

((we'll say Chloe is successful in getting into a defensive position))

Ashley and Halia finally seemed to regard one another with a nod.  They'd both done this many times before, but not together. Halia was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, brimming with energy and eager to sink her fangs into some new blood, so to speak.

"How do you want to...?" Ashley began, her mind strategically oriented and competitive. Her steely blue orbs did happen to take notice of Chloe's lovely figure. Just who was this intriguing new character?

"I want the jester!" Halia chirped excitedly, disappearing in a puff of sand that signaled she'd sprinted off at superhuman speed.  Ashley groaned and charged off after her, carefully, to back her up.

"Just... watch out for the pillars!  And the sand!" she shouted.  And Syndra, she thought, hoping her mind was at least hidden from everyone, unlike everything else in this damned arena.

The crowd chuckled as Halia let out a comical "whoaaah," as she swerved to avoid a nearly-transparent column of glassy material, her sprinting nearly impossible to follow with one's eyes.

"I've never heard that one!" Halia shouted up at her opponent as Chloe nimbly scrambled up onto the glass pillar.  "Tell it to me!" she encouraged.  Her plan (if you could call Halia's thinking that) was already in motion.  She'd trailed a thin, barely perceptible bit of golden thread behind her and had woven it between several of the pillars in a web-like pattern.  Whenever she pulled on the slack, the razor-like stuff would go taut and hopefully catch whatever opponents were in the area.

((perception rolls to notice Manila:
Halia: roll 6 + perception 7 = 13
Ashley: roll 8 + perception 4 = 12
Manila is successfully out of sight!))

Ashley scanned the glass columns -- she was certain she'd seen that sneaky bard (at least that's what she was calling her) creeping around somewhere.  It was hard to see with the glare of the sun.  Glancing up at the viewing sphere, she didn't see her there, either -- just the ridiculous, obvious distraction of a jester.

"Watch your back," Ash grumbled, holding a hand over her broadsword, fingers fanned out, as she channeled magic energy into her blade.  "The flat one's hidden but I've got a shot on the fool..." She preferred to be close up, but this would have to do...

"Hey, jester!" Ashley cried up to her.  "Have you heard the one about the ridiculous lady who got the piss shocked out of her?"

The crowd chuckled as Ashley whipped up her broadsword in a swinging motion, lightning suddenly crackling all around it and licking the sand and glass columns around her.   When the arc of her swing was complete, a band of crackling white electricity went shooting, fast, towards Chloe.

((Ashley attacks Chloe!
Int 7 + roll 8 = 15!  Shall we give Chloe a +1 to her defense roll for being on her perch? seems like a decent bit of ad hoc ruling to me... If you want to argue for more of a bonus, I'd certainly hear you out, haha...

Halia meanwhile weaves her web!  Presumably the next person to attack her from within any reasonable range will risk getting hit by the golden threads as they whip and retract to protect her.  Consider it a contingent attack against anyone who attacks her... from ground level..?
Int 8 + roll 10 = critical attack! ))

Chloe watched as the swordfighter blasted a mystic bolt of lightning straight at her! Chloe yelped, grateful for the slight advantage of high ground as the beam coursed straight at her. Chloe struggled to move in time...

(Dex 10 + roll 4 + 1 for high ground = 15. Tie goes to higher stat, so Chloe escapes that one!)

Chloe barely jumped off the glass pillar just as the whole thing was blasted with electricity. Chloe somersaulted, forming into a ball, before landing carefully between two piles of quicksilt. She closed in to Ashley, to take away her enemy's ranged advantage. She twirled, dodging pillars and sand in a incredible display of gymnastic skill. Then, rounding a pillar from an unexpected direction, Chloe threw a spinning heel kick aimed at Ashley!

Manila, feeling securely hidden, crept forward. In appeared Chloe had Ashley covered. She just had to deal with the speedster. Unfortunately, Halia wasn't holding still long enough for Manila to try to control her. Manila crept froward, hoping to catch Halia as she turned around a pillar...

(Dex to avoid golden threads 7+ roll 5= 12)
Halia blurred past, trailing her golden cutting threads. Manila saw a blur, then heard a zzzitt! sound. What was that? Suddenly Manila felt a draft across her legs. She looked down. To her horror, the skirts of her dress had been cut away! Her strong legs were exposed, from her platform sandals to her padded panties!

AAHHH! Manila yelped. She tugged the upper part of her dress down in a vain attempt to hide her panties.

"OOH! Looks like we're all getting another view of those delicious legs of Manila's!" The announcer chuckled. "Unfortunately, we know that shapely behind is false!" The crowd heckled the blushing Manila. Furious, Manila blasted her Banshee like scream after Halia, hoping to blast the speeding streak!


(Cha 9 + roll 9= 18 to hit for Manila!)
(Dex 10 + roll 6 = 16 to hit for Chloe!
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((yikes:
Halia speed 10 + roll 10... defended...
Ashley dexterity 6 + roll 9 = 15, is hit!))

Ashley cried out, a bit like an annoyed grunt, as Chloe's swift kick caught her right in the chest. She'd done her best to anticipate her attacks, but the spry, quick little jester dashed between columns, kicking up sand and spinning about them where she could. There was a brief trick of the light when Ashley thought she was two of the jester coming at her from different directions -- surely it must've been the glass columns confusing her.

The jester's foot caught one of Ashley's shoulder straps when she yanked it away and Ashley fell back. There was a satisfying ripping noise as the two parted, and when Ashley stood up, half of her tank top was hanging uselessly from one shoulder. She had a skimpy, lacy white bra on underneath, strapless, and doing her few favors in regards to her modesty. The smith briefly considered that it was far better than her panties when she flew in for her counterattack.

Carefullll... careful of the saaand... she said quietly in her own head as she paced towards her foe, clearly much faster than she. Narrowing her eyes, she thought she spotted a patch of silt that looked much finer... somehow suspicious. Maybe a bit of magic there could make a fine attack...

"Hey!" Halia shouted out, as if annoyed. "I wanted to hear the one about the bishop, and..." she was cut off by Ashley's roar as she flung her unwieldy sword at the jester.

Chloe's eyes went wide as the blade nearly danced along the ground, skimming low as it was. It was a fierce attack, but seemingly mundane... until the blade whipped through a patch of fine-looking sand and dragged with it a veritable blanket of the whitish powdery stuff. A waist-high wave of quicksilt, bound to the sword it seemed, was barreling right at her.

"Going all out I see, Ash?" Halia giggled, still not having broken a sweat. Turning, she just started laughing at Manila, seeing her tangled up with the golden webbing. Her eyes quickly widened when she saw the bard conjure up some very dangerous looking magic.

"Whoa!" Halia said, jumping up to kick off one pillar and scramble up for the next one, hanging by one hand for now. Her swift movement left the high-pitched sonic attack reverberating inches beneath her boots, and the cascading wave of dangerous sound echoed marvelously through the glass columns. Quite visibly, one could see the wave of thunderous song bouncing between the columns in a pinball-like fashion, almost indefinitely.

"An impressive attack!" Aloysius had to admit. "But 'Green Blur' was just a touch more impressive..."

Halia cringed at the loud sound and hummed to herself as she pondered her next move. It would take some doing...

"Hey!" she shouted out, attempting to distract the bard. "I kinda like skinny ol' chicken legs and a nice flat butt. Don't feel bad about yourself! Enferia has a way of making you think you're not womanly... but what does a woman actually look like?"

The crowd practically burst into laughter at Halia's banter. She chuckled sheepishly and her face was red as she hung from the pillar by one hand; Halia wasn't actually being entirely ironic. The half elf only really picked on those who were bullies themselves -- this musician lady seemed all the victim, at the moment. Still, she wanted to win. She needed to win -- the stakes were a bit higher for this match than they'd been in the past...

As Manila bristled at what seemed like Halia rubbing things in, she noticed Halia winding up some more of that wicked little golden thread in her hand. It shouldn't have been visible, but at this light... at this angle... it was just barely. So, she was expecting when Halia yanked hard and she followed the line of it down... to her ankle! How was that still there?!

All the same, if Manila didn't panic, she'd have time to do something about it. After all, Halia didn't have any leverage from where she was to, say, yank Manila off her feet... did she? Still, she was dutifully spooling up the golden thread with one hand and holding onto the high up pillar with the other. Her elfish ear turned up slightly as if she was listening for something. Then she yanked, hard.

As expected, Manila didn't get pulled off her feet, but she was potentially trapped. Glancing around, she expected Ashley to come charging her, seeing as she was tripped up; the smith was still angrily chasing the jester around. What she did notice, with impending dread, was her devastating vocal attack from earlier -- she saw the glass columns vibrating in the distance, and... could it be..? The wave of sonic fury was coming back this way, bounce-by-bounce, and Halia was trying to keep her trapped there to be hit by her own attack!

((attack rolls time!
Halia int 8(?) + roll 8 = 16
Ashley int 7(?) + roll 8 = 15
baller rolls for me this match x_x
i'm sure the shoe will be on the other foot soon enough...
the (?) were because I suppose that was the best attribute to use in that situation -- you could argue dexterity or charisma for Halia's attack I guess... but for Ashley I just default to Int attacks when its a matter of a straight up magic attack, mostly. Thoughts? I kinda wish i'd ended up with a few more 9s and 10s on Ashley's sheet, but it wasn't quite in line with the concept, for her to be at the peak of human potential for those things...
I hope you're liking the thematics/arena setup so far at least XD
This could be a great match, haha. FYI, Halia is rather taken with someone at the moment, so the raised stakes mentioned earlier could be because she simply fears losing and being made to do something... unfaithful? and/or said paramour is in the audience right now, watching..!))

(Manila Dex 7 + roll 9 = 16 to escape Halia's trap. Tie goes to highest stat, which is Halia!)
(Chloe Dex 10 + roll 9 = 19 to avoid what Ashley was planning. The Jester remains unscathed!)

Manila saw her own Banshee blast bouncing through the glass columns, reverberating and growing stronger with each bounce. It was headed right towards her! Halia had trapped her well though. Tangled in the gold strand she was helpless to escape. She tried to free herself, yanking on the gold strand, but was unable to before the blast returned to her.

WWWOOOSHH!

Manila was slammed by the sonic wave. The power had increased tenfold. Though the arena lessened it's effects Manila was thrown a good five feet, sliding on the sand, narrowly missing a pillar. Her ears rang, leaving her completely discombobulated. She rose shakily. At least the golden thread had been knocked clear, and she was able to stand easily. She leaned on a glass pillar, trying to catch her breath.

"OOh, looks like Manila managed to blast herself!" Aloysius laughed. "And now we're all granted another view of her padded underthings!"

He laughed with the crowd as the viewfinder swung around Manila. Manila, confused, looked down. Her dress had been completely destroyed by the Banshee cry. She was wearing her heavy padded bra, short like padded panties and nothing else! Her shoes had also been lost. Her small tan frame was totally exposed! Her short, strong legs, narrow torso, skinny arms, all totally exposed!

Manila crossed her arms over herself, flushing again.

"Come on, we all know those curves are fake!" Halia laughed. "Why not slip off those undies and show us the goods, what little goods you have that is!"

The crowd roared. Manila's red face scrunched in anger. She hadn't even struck this woman yet! She had to get her!

Manila decided to return to her original plan. She'd use her charm song to control Halia, make her do what Manila wished! To ensure the ability worked Manila could dance to enhance the effects. But she'd be dancing in her underwear before thousands!

Manila knew she had to. Anything to not be stripped again! She started singing, forcing herself to dance as well, swinging her hips and swaying her arms, trying to not think about the show she was providing...

Chloe didn't have a clue what Ashley was up to. The Jester didn't understand magic, and didn't care to. She just cared about entertainment! So, with a fancy sidestep she dodged around a pole. Then Chloe reached into her hat. Her hat was her near bottomless satchel. She had tons of secrets hidden up there. It looked silly, but that was fine with Chloe!

Chloe fished out a large firework from the hat, then her flint lighter. She lit the fuse, then dodged around the glass pillar, intended to shoot Ashley with the firework and cause an entertaining spectacle for all!

(Manila Cha 9 + roll 6 = 15 to control Halia)
(Chloe Perception 5 + roll 7 to blast Ashley with the firework!)

((Halia wisdom 4 + roll 6 = controlled by Manila!
Ash dexterity 6 + roll 10 = critical defense!))

Halia laughed, hand on her hip, as the wave rippled over Manila. "Ohhh boy," she taunted, trying to compose herself.

"Wooo! She's giving us a show, lads!" she shouted to the crowd as Manila began to dance and sway, her siren song drifting to Halia's sensitive ears. Many elves and half elves were known for their inherent ability to resist charms and enchantment magic. Halia was not really one of them. If anything, she found herself swaying, snapping her fingers, and cheerily dancing in sync with Manila.

"Oh, damn, that's actually lovely..." Halia said dreamily as Manila's music enveloped her world.

"Halia you daft sod! Focus!" Ashley shouted, her eyes widening as the firework came soaring at her. Immediately recognizing it for what it was, her well-trained mind didn't hesitate -- a glimmer of light washed over her thrown sword, sticking out of the sand, and the crowd gasped as it appeared in the smith's grip.

With a heroic roar, Ash swatted the firework away with the flat of her blade... and sent it flipping wildly back towards Chloe. The smith hoped whatever magic or alchemy that powered the thing would be effective on Chloe as well -- calling her sword back to her hand was a trick she didn't pull out very often, and a hit like that took all of her focus...

((sooo... I was going to describe Halia taking actions, unless you want to have her do that on your round, which is fine? Also, is that something she gets to 'make a save against' every turn(i.e. the attack is made every round to maintain it)? Does Manila have to keep singing...? How you want that to work? ^_^
Meanwhile, Ash attempts to knock the firework back at Chloe...
Dexterity 6 + roll 5 = 11 ))

You can do Halia, save every turn. If she stops singing it's over

Ashley panted and narrowed her eyes as the firework flew in a beautiful arc at the nimble jester. Blinking, she looked around and heard Halia's trademark giggle behind her. Something was wrong.

"Whoops!" Halia said with gleeful menace as she gripped her ally by the belt buckle and yanked down, hard.

((Halia speed 10 + roll 5 = 15
Ashley strength 8 + 1... fml lol; critical failure near quicksilt...))

Ashley's eyes widened as her pants swiftly plopped to her ankles. "NO!" she yelped, turning around (or trying to) and shoving Halia back gruffly. Halia laughed as she tumbled back with the force of the shove, but it didn't really do Ashley any favors.

The viewing sphere seemed to exhibit instant curiosity here, as Ashley's round, flexing bottom popped into view. Her panties were exotic, by the look of it, almost ornate -- dark, satiny purple cloth bound by thin gold straps in a bikini cut. The curious undergarment was adorned with a few lighter, amethyst gemstones set in matching gold near the hips, with one polished, larger stone near her crotch.

"Well that's just fancy looking," Aloysius pointed out, leaning back for a second and canting his head as if listening.

"I do like surprises, as much as the rest of you, so I've only been told this: while very flattering, those panties are also highly magical, and oooh-"

Ashley's stumbling, boots tangled up in her fallen pants, cut off Aloysius's commentary. She cringed, one hand trying to hold her useless, overly-large belt while her feet kicked free, but lost her balance. With a soft 'thud', the smith topped, face first, into a suspicious-looking patch of sand. Ashley gasped and flopped about instantly; there was an immediate sinking effect as it became apparent how quicksilt actually worked. The loose, fine white patch of sand began to cling to her body and clothing as it threatened to give out beneath her -- she kept her hips up, ass in the air, but her knees sunk in several inches, as did her chest. It was as erosive as Aloysius had suggested, and probably deadly outside of the arena.

Ashley's hands managed to claw into some regular sand nearby, and, luckily, she was able to drag herself out of the little pit. When she raised her body up by her arms, still gasping for air, her bra fell right off of her in tatters.

Her perfectly adorable but small breasts fell free, clean of sand, unlike the rest of her. Ashley was too busy catching her breath and spitting out silt to cover up her taut little nipples, blushing a dark pink. The crowd laughed and hollered its approval, quite loudly, as the smith angrily picked up her broadsword, huffing and red-faced. She stood, shaking off some of the clingy sand. Her opulent, deep purple princess bikini was showing less signs of wear than her bra had -- some of the fine fabric was thinned to the point of being nearly transparent, with little holes in various other places.

"I'm going to kill you, Halia..!" she groaned, rolling her eyes, more irritated than serious, causing the audience to burst into further fits of laughter.

((I guess this will take effect next turn, but I'll roll for Halia's mental defense now?
Wisdom 4 + 3 = 7
also, uh, I suppose we'll talk in PMs about Ashley's panties..? ))

Manila was forced to focus all her attention to keep control of Halia. This also meant she was forced to keep dancing. Clad only in underwear, dancing! It was so embarrassing! At least she wasn't nude was the only small bright side she could think of. She swayed from athletic leg to athletic leg, her fake hips, butt and breasts swaying as she sang and danced...

Chloe was the only one free to attack. She didn't know what was going on exactly, but she'd seen the speedster turn on her friend, who'd ended up stripped down to panties in one round! She decided to elimate the weak link and get panties girl before she could react.

Chloe crept up, trying to sneak up on Ashley. she wanted to get up close and then yank those funny looking panties to the ground!

(Manila Charm 9 + roll 7= 16. the song still is in effect, Halia is under Manila's control! Let you play that out on your turn)

(Chloe Dex 7 plus roll 10 = critical success to pull down Ashley's panties! This might be a good time for one of those mystic underwear effects you were discussing...

((Halia's save for next turn wis 4 + roll 5 = 9
Ashley's defense against Chloe? strength 8 + 8 = fail))

Ashley cursed under her breath as she felt the wind on her bottom, with the light ripping noise that came from the silky purple material her panties were mainly comprised of. The fancy material came away cleanly in Chloe's hands as she ripped, finally showing off fully Ashley's toned, round butt and her clean shaven crotch. She inhaled sharply almost immediately, slamming her athletic thighs together and turning clumsily to face the jester.

"Damn you," she hissed under her breath, bitter at such a quick defeat, and such a relatively unscathed foe. The viewing sphere, she noticed, showed off the remnants of her bottoms -- thin gold bikini straps, connected only to other straps and the occasional gemstone. Above her totally shaven mound hung that one larger crystal, which glowed fiercely for a moment. Ashley's eyes went wide as she seemed to lose control of her body, her thighs snapping open to have her stand with her feet far wider than shoulder width. The viewing sphere lustily took in a look at her delicately pursed pussy lips and her completely smooth pelvis. Her heart jumped at the exposed, bare feeling -- made all the worse by the ornamental jewelry that highlighted her exposed privates.

"Wh-what is this?" she asked, fear in her eyes as her hips began to gyrate slowly. From the waist down she seemed to be starting some kind of slow, sexy dance.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, one thing I'm being told about these panties is that now that Ashley has lost officially, the panties will occasionally take control of her lower body. I'm told there are... other effects, too, that will continue to take effect until... if Halia wins," he said with an dramatic, ominous tone.

"Ash can continue to fight, the Queen's messengers tell me, until her partner is stripped and defeated as well. So let's see what happens next, folks!" Aloysius boomed excitedly.

Ashley panted anxiously, looking down at the lewd rocking motion her hips were doing, thighs spread wide. Her composure as an arena fighter was still developing, and she couldn't resist anymore but to cup her hand over her crotch.

"Dammit," she mewled, looking ridiculous as she squatted a bit to shake her ass lasciviously, fingers still clamped together over her crotch. "M-move, legs," she whispered, trembling and clutching her sword with her free hand. Her perfectly smallish, perky breasts stood proudly on her chest despite her blush, nipples hard and excited.

"Going to have to try something a little different," she muttered, glancing at Halia to confirm that she was still entranced. The half elf was dancing around in gleeful circles chanting "Ashley's naked! Ashley's naked! Fancy panties!" in a mocking childish tone. A flush of heat came to her face again at the thought, and frustration overwhelmed her. Closing one eye and pointing her sword, she channeled a desperate last bit of her diminishing magical energy to aim an attack at Chloe...

Halia continued to giggle as she pranced past Ashley, trying to distract her by tweaking a nipple. Pouting when Ashley grimaced but otherwise didn't relent from her attack, she gripped the back of the fancy golden panties and pulled up, hard. The straps over her taut ass cheeks slipped up and into her crevice, making her brow twitch a touch more as Ashley channeled her next spell.

Still pouty, as if realizing she couldn't fully stop Ashley from doing whatever she was doing, Halia stepped away, one hand on her hip, the other holding a finger to her lip thoughtfully.

At length, she blurted, "I feel like getting naked!" Giggling mischievously, she instantly gripped the bottom of her tunic with one gloved hand and cleanly sliced it right up the middle, letting it fall off of her. She did a precise enough job -- she was left in just her light green bra and matching panties, and of course her cloak, boots, and gloves. Mostly clothed, but not really.

Still, she blushed (laying it on a bit thick, perhaps), and covered herself half-assedly before pressing her thighs together in a slight parody of what one should look like when embarrassed. "Oh my!" she whimpered loud enough for the crowd to hear, despite their cheering. That girl always did have a way of winning the audience over a bit, win or lose.

"Please don't look at meee...!" she mewled, shutting her eyes tightly, before breaking character and laughing again. She threw her cloak open, dancing wildly to Manila's song and moving her hands over her nubile body in the teasing motions of a nascent strip tease.

Ashley's blade erupted with a thin, bright orange beam, glowing hot, and fast, like a laser. The searing beam of heat, almost all of the rest of Ashley's power, coursed through the precise blast of intense magic... aimed at Manila this time. The beam came at her from above at a downward, right to left angle, very quickly.

((Ashley's attack!
Speed 8 + roll 9 - 2 various from distractions = 15))

(Manila speed 7 + roll 6= 13)

Manila, mid song, was swaying in her underwear when she saw Ashley point her magic sword her way. Manila yelped as a burst of orange flew from the blade, aimed straight at her.

"AHH!" She screeched, forgetting her song and dance. This freed Halia from it's spell. Manila tried to jump aside, but the blast caught her mid air, knocking her off balance. She landed smoking on the sand on her side, losing her breath.

Manila slowly rose to her feet, struggling for air from her awkward fall. She stood, noticing the viewfinder was focusing on her again. Why was it doing that?

OH NO!

She looked down to confirm it. Yes, as she had thought, she had lost another garment. Worse of all it was her bra! It had been blasted away, leaving her topless. her bare, minuscule mounds showed, milky brown skin topped in two pink, erect nipples. All for everyone to see! And like an idiot she was just standing, not covering anything! Realizing her mistake she threw her hands over her top. It was too late though. Her small breasts, no longer a secret, had been seen again.

"Oh! There we got folks!" The announcer called out. "Once more we are getting a look at Manila's... breasts? Can you really call those breasts? Bug bites might be more accurate."

The crowd roared with laughter. Manila was being mocked! She was never mocked before coming to this cursed arena. Now everyone knew her shameful secrets and laughed at them, making dumb jokes! She wanted desperately to win the Queen's favor and gain access to these body modifying mages she'd heard about. To do that, she had to win! Even topless she was still in the fight, until her and Chloe were stripped bare. she had to fight!

So, cupping her topless body Manila unleashed a Banshee cry at Halia. Though she wanted vengeance against Ashley, there was no point in attacking the naked woman. She had to strip Halia! She screamed, pointing the blast at Halia through a gap in the pillars...

Chloe saw Manila's move, and decided to help. She cartwheeled and leapt towards Halia, her goal to deftly try and strip the woman who just now snapped out of her stupor..

(Manila Charisma 9 + roll 9= 18 to hit!)
(Chloe Dexterity 10 + roll 5 = 15 to hit!)

Halia squealed out an "eep!" that was quite genuine when Manila was hit by Ashley's blast, the magic that was influencing her slipping away just as she was about to hook her thumbs under her bra and slide it down. She suddenly stuck her tongue out at Manila, who was just then aiming her sonic attack at the half elf. Based on the half elf's confident stance, it was apparent that she was either unaware of her ally's nude state, or didn't care.

((Halia's defense...
vs Manila: Speed 10 + roll 8 = 18, with a tie going to Halia's higher modifier?
vs Chloe: Speed 10 + roll 5 = 15 another bloody tie))

Still sticking her tongue out at Manila and mocking her with wordless noises, Halia disappeared in a blur as the wave of thunderous energy shot at her. Skidding to a stop a good ten feet away, she landed just in front of where Chloe's well-aimed cartwheel was ending; the jester nimbly reached out to pluck away Halia's bra and missed by less than an inch. Halia twisted her body and spun away from Chloe as, tumbling, she continued her assault.

"You never..." Halia said through gritted teeth as she matched the jester with impressive acrobatic dodges, "...finished the joke!"

Halia turned on a dime and swiped her blade back and forth very suddenly at the jester -- her rapid slashing would've been rather vicious outside the arena's walls. The half elf was clearly getting feisty, here.

Manila was a bit focused on Halia still, trying to aim her next attack, perhaps, when she heard the sound of feet on sand behind her. She turned and saw Iron Ash very close behind her, grimace of humiliation on her face, but utterly silent. She was still dancing and swaying her hips, more or less seductively, though the top half of her body was clearly not subject to this magic. The spellsword had a hand desperately clamped over her crotch, to make the obscene thrusting and suggestive motions somewhat less embarrassing, but she was still unable to cover anything else on her and hold her sword at the same time.

Despite her ridiculous state, Manila realized Ashley still posed a threat. Glistening with sweat and red in the face, the smith managed to raise her sword and lash down heavily, her blade aimed at the Songstress' panties.

((Ashley vs Manila
Strength 8 + roll 5 - 2 = 11 (Ash is exhausted, embarrassed, and mainly still having trouble moving due to her panties, thus the penalties. Only seems fair since she's already kinda out of the fight.)
Halia vs Chloe
Dexterity 10 + roll 6 = 16 ))

(Manila Speed 7 + roll 1= critical fail!)
(Chloe Speed 7 + roll 6 = 13)

Manila jumped clear of Ashley's poorly aimed sword blast. She smirked for a moment, before realizing that everything appeared to be rising. No, she was sinking!

Manila looked down. She had stepped into a mound of quicksilt. Her curvy, well muscled calves were now half way down the silt, and she was sinking quick!

"No!" Manila yelped, thrashing to escape. This just made her sink all the quicker. Quickly she fell to her thighs in the shredding sand. Manila squealed, but could not pull herself free. Then the sharp silt reached her panties.

(Chloe Strength 6 + 1 roll = critical fail! )
(Manila Strength 7 + 2 roll = 9)
(These bad rolls might have given you the match! Let you play out Chole's fail.

"Ohhh nononono!" She squealed, knowing that would destroy her panties. Desperately Manila stopped covering her chest, letting her small breasts free so she could reach a nearby pillar. Holding the smooth glass she managed to pull herself towards it Just as her waist lowered into the silt. She pulled as hard as her small, feminine arms could. Bare breasts wagging she managed to drag herself to the edge of the silt. She pulled, struggling, finally escaping.

Manila lay prone, exhausted from her struggle with the sinking sand. She was flat on her back, gasping for air. Then she realized the audience was roaring. Confused, she looked up. There, she saw projected on the screen the image of her own bare butt. It was unmistakable. Faint tan lines on Olive skin, two flat cheeks jutting off her bony hips.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw the truth. She was bottomless, the viewfinder hovering over her butt, projecting it.

"AHH!" The now nude woman screamed, face turning red. She threw her hands over her butt. She was naked!

"Ooh, that little minx is once again naked!" The announcer laughed. "And it appears her partner might soon share her fate! Luckily, both Ashley and Manila are still in the match! Anything goes in this four way!"

Meanwhile, Chloe wasn't fairing much better. Her jester uniform was now shredded from Rapier strikes as she struggled to dodge Haila's speedy strikes. Bare flesh showed everywhere, white peaking out under the patch work leotard. Finally, Chloe's uniform could take no more. It fell away in a shredded pile. Chloe was now down to her pointed shoes, silly oversize hat, bra, panties and facepaint.

Halia smirked as Chloe's curvy, strong body was revealed. She relaxed, expecting Chloe to cover herself. Unfortunately, Chloe possessed almost no modesty. She didn't care, she made a fool of herself often. It was practically her job! So, underwear clad, She pounced on Halia. To everyone's shock she wrapped her long bare legs around Halia's middle, hanging off the woman. With her hands she began ripping at Halia's bra.

Manila saw this from nearby. This was their chance! She may be naked but she could escape without the forfeit if they stripped Halia! While Chloe pried at Halia's top Manila crawled on the ground, small breasts swaying, bare hiney sticking out. She crawled up behind Halia intent on yanking her panties to the ground while Chloe dealt with her bra!

((Sorry for my absences! I'll try to make up for it with what could be the last post of the fight -- a lengthy post, I hope.
Halia's defense!
vs Chloe -- Strength 3 + roll 5 = defended
vs Manila -- Strength 3 + roll 6 = 9 - tie goes to Manila's higher strength!))

Halia squealed as Chloe clung to her midsection, wriggling as she desperately attempted to hang onto the ledge of the pillar from which she hung.  Her dark pink little nipples began to creep into view as Chloe, giggling, plucked at the strap of her bra.  "NOOOO!" she yelped, throwing an elbow down and hanging by just one hand as Chloe almost managed to strip her top.

The blow hit Chloe square between the eyes, stunning her but not doing so much as leaving a bruise.  Her eyes rolled around in her head, and she thought she heard the sound of birds chirping as her grip loosened and she fell backwards to the ground.  She landed on her bottom and bounced a short distance, before finally tumbling feet-over-head into a patch of quicksilt.  Her bottom half stuck out of the patch of fine white sand, legs kicking wildly, her panties all bunched up into her perfect butt.  Her muffled cries emanated from beneath the ground for a moment, before Chloe finally got control of her lower half, bringing her legs together and swinging them powerfully in an acrobatic trick that would yank her body out of the sand entirely.  With a flip, the jester landed on her feet, gracefully, striking a pose out of habit.  She immediately blushed and blinked as the realization dawned on her -- the infamous quicksilt had completely eroded her bra, leaving her perky breasts totally out in the open.  She maintained her posture though, not letting on if she was in fact embarrassed...

"N-no!" Halia squealed again, wiggling her hips and attempting to shake Manila free.  She was not successful -- with a harsh ripping noise, Halia's pretty green panties tore free in Manila's hands.  Her pale, round bottom quivered as she hung from the pillar, clad in only her bra, gloves and boots now, and struggling in a rather silly fashion to climb up without showing off her ass too much.

"Nngh... oof..." she grunted as she pulled her body up, laying her torso flat on the surface of the pillar's top, her cute little bottom jutting out behind her for a glorious moment.  The viewing sphere's perverse eye peeked between her thighs to catch a glimpse of her bare little peach as she clamored to her feet.

When she stood, looking down at the fully nude Manila and the rather unabashed jester, she felt she had no choice but to similarly pose with her hands on her hips.  Her faint little tuft of scarlet hair stood out almost triumphantly, above her soft pink mound.  Pointing indignantly at the crowd with an exaggerated pout, she shouted, exasperated: "Stop staring, you perverts!"

The crowd's rippling laughter intensified for a moment, and Halia let a smile sneak through her adorable attempt at a reproachful scowl.  She was clearly playing to the audience with her admonition -- though a part of her, of course, often felt some version of these exaggerated emotions.

"This is looking pretty grim, but, uh... things have been grimmer!" Halia spat, feeling none-too-witty.  "And, they're... even grimmer for you!" she added, cringing.  "...Bony butt!"

The audience did get a cheap laugh out of that last jab, the announcer included.  "That's classic Halia rapier wit," Aloysius chuckled sarcastically.  "Let's see if she follows through..."

Halia's bright blue eyes shot back and forth through the pillars, as if throwing together some kind of plan.  She quirked a brow and looked down at Chloe.

"Heya, Chloe?" Halia began coyly.  "What say you we take a minute to breathe... and you tell me that joke you mentioned earlier?" she asked sweetly, even grinning and batting her eyelashes.

The plan was simple and became apparent rather quickly.  Ashley was doing her best to stay silent -- the panties' magical sway over her had not diminished.  Her lascivious dance had her bounding around, bending over to shake her ass (as best she could make her toned butt jiggle), and moving her hips in a ridiculous pelvic thrust that kept her thighs spread.  If that weren't bad enough, it seemed like the golden straps of the exotic garment seemed to be biting into her sculpted ass and thighs.

All of that made her stealthy attempt to creep up behind Chloe rather comical -- but with everything the audience had to laugh at, and with the myriad distractions in the arena, she had a chance.  It seemed to take a lot of willpower and, well, leaning in the right direction to put her in the right spot -- just behind where Chloe had landed after her impressive somersault out of the quicksilt.  She glanced up at Halia meaningfully, and the half elf almost burst into laughter, giving her plan away.  Ashley had a hand clamped over her crotch, desperately pressing it there to make her occasional lewd dance moves less revealing.  All the same she was trying to gesture with her sword and nod intently as if to let her know she was on the level with Halia's plan. She stuck her sword in the sand, and, taking her hand off of her crotch to reveal her clean-shaven, glistening sex (Ashley would still deny, at this point, the effect all this... excitement had on her), she made one last desperate lunge for the jester's bottoms, praying her body worked with her.

((okay, Halia's roll to distract Chloe?  Whatever effect you feel appropriate for this, if successful, I'm OK with.
Charisma 7 + roll 8 = 15
Ash's roll to grab and yank down Chloe's bottoms
Strength 8 + roll 7 - 2 distracted = 13 ))

(Chloe Wisdom 5 + roll 8 = 13 She is distracted!
Dexterity 10 + roll 6 against Ash's grab.)

Chloe looked to Halia in confusion. She had been telling a joke, hadn't she? She'd already forgotten? Which one had she told? The one legged sailor? The gnome and the maiden? She knew so many?

Suddenly, Chloe was interrupted from her thought when she felt two hands grasp the hem of her panties. She looked backwards. There Ash was, caught with her hands on Chloe's underwear! So that was their game! Halia distracted while Ash stripped! The probably didn't even WANT to hear her joke!

Huffing, Chloe whirled, spinning free before Ash could yank down her panties. Ash tried to keep her grip but the Jester slipped away, slick as an eel. Ash stumbled forward, falling on her face as she lost her grip. She coughed as her impact kicked up a small dust cloud.

The topless Jester kept whirling, spinning into an acrobatic display. Without cover her heaving breasts swung wildly, the viewfinder making sure to show her topless athletic display. She kept her momentum moving towards Halia, to leap by and rip off her bra, stripping her and winning the match!

Meanwhile Manila, still on her hands and knees, crept up behind Halia. She planned to grasp Halia's legs, prevent her from using her speed, tangle and distract her to hold her tight while Chloe stripped her!

(Manila Strength 7 + roll 4= 11 to distract!)
(Chloe Dexterity 10 + roll 7 = 17 to strip!)

((Halia's defense!
vs. Manila strength 3 + roll 6
vs. Chloe dexterity 10 + roll 6 = 16))

Manila stealthily managed to shimmy her way up onto the pillar upon which Halia stood, looking down. The half elf's eyes widened as she saw Chloe tumbling about, cartwheeling and flipping until she hopped up onto a short pillar, then a slightly taller pillar, and finally right at her!

Halia yelped, distracted momentarily by Chloe's bouncing tits, but when she finally went to move, she felt hands wrap around her ankles! "Whaaa?" she cried in confusion as Chloe came tumbling into her. Chloe's firm hand gripped the back of her bra, but she struggled against it, and both the trickster and the jester when flying off the top of the pillar.

The crowd let out an excited "ooh!" as Chloe and Halia fell a good ten feet into the sand with a poof of dust. Manila, hanging on by Halia's ankles, slipped loose and landed right on her flat butt with very little bounce, winding her.

The two in the cloud of sand seemed fine, but when the haze cleared, it became apparent that Chloe was the victor. She was on her knees, almost, sitting on the ground, but holding up a light green bra with triumph on her face. She had stripped Halia. But where was the trickster?

Letting out muffled cries, Halia came into view once the last of the 'smoke' settled -- she was on her back, on the ground, totally naked. More interestingly, though, was her positioning. Chloe had landed right on the half elf's face and was inadvertently smothering her with her crotch. Halia's snout rubbed against the panties covering Chloe's mound as she struggled to squirm free, to no avail. The jester found her sitting spot on the half elf's face to be... ticklish, at the very least.

The audience erupted into roars when they saw Chloe hold up the bra.

"Manila and Chloe have won the day! The vets, Halia and Ash... are defeated!" the announcer boomed dramatically. And they were in fact, defeated. Ashley shook her head and covered her face with both hands, heedless of the fact that her bare hips and flexing ass were still moving of their own accord. Halia smacked Chloe on the butt as if to say "get off!" and let out more whimpers of protest, clamping her pale thighs together at the realization of her fully nude state...

((Not a part of this but it's really fun.  I just want to point out Chloe's hat would have gotten lost in the quicksilt.  If it's a magic item, I'm sure it will be preserved (I'm sure it will be recovered anyway), but do we get to know what her hair looks like now?  Sorry for the interruption, returning you to your regularly-scheduled Enferia games.))

((Hmm... I -had- been running with the assumption that Chloe's hat was somehow special or at least lucky enough to survive the sand, implausible as that may be. Myds does bring up a very compelling point though, and now I'm kinda curious -- I'll leave that bit up to Splotch.))

Chloe whooped with joy. They had won! In celebration she did a cartwheel, exposing her large bare breasts as she twirled. They flopped wildly, and Chloe enjoyed the roar from the crowd. She reveled in their applause... then, to her shock, it began to turn to booing.

What had happened? They were here to entertain the masses, the most noble of tasks. Why had the crowd turned on her? Something she had done? She looked down at her bare body. Pale, muscular lean limbs, large perky bust, perfect Curves. No, they were not booing her! Then what?

She looked around to see what they were reacting to. She then saw Manila. Manila was dressing in Halia's discarded panties and Ash's discarded bra! That's what the crowd was booing! She had the panties on the bra, though the over sized bra had to be held in place.

"Ooh, it looks like our Manila the flat is trying to cover up!" The announcer called out, drawing more boos from the crowd. "While not technically against the rules, nothing is more against the spirit of the Arena then dressing in the discarded clothes of others!

The crowd booed. Manila raised her chin, acting indignant, arms crossed over her loose fitting bra. Chloe steamed. They had won, now Manila was ruining everything with her prudish behavior! Chloe had to turn this around.

So, the jester strutted towards Manila. Manila watched her approach. Her silly hat had been lost in the quicksilt, revealing shoulder length blonde locks. She looked nothing like the silly Jester, more like a blonde goddess! Manila flushed all the more. Why were all these women so well formed! Even Halia and Ash, who were closer to her figure, were much more developed then she was! It wasn't fair!

Chloe came up, putting her arm around Manila's shoulder in an exaggerated gesture of comradere. Manila raised an eyebrow to the clown, confused. Then, without another word, Chloe pulled Manila's shoulder, sending the smaller woman twirling wildly. While Manila stumbled, desperately trying to keep balance, the nimble handed jester reached forward and snagged Manila's bra. Manila kept stumbling, causing the bra to rip away and her small mounds to pop out again, small nipples off tan bulges. Manila gasped, but was too disoriented to react. Next, Chloe grasped Manila's panties and yanked them down. This caused Manila to fall flat on her back. She lay prone, coughing in the dust. Chloe reached down and tore the panties from Manila's feet, leaving Manila prone and nude, totally helpless.

The jester sprung to work. Still leaping and twirling, she proceeded to collect every discarded clothing item across the arena. Then, arms full of women's garments, she began bounding from pillar to pillar. First, the lowest and most accessible. Then, making her way upwards she vaulted from perch to perch until she was at the highest pillar, even with the arena. Then, blonde hair rippling, she proceeded to toss all the clothing into the crowd! The fans went crazy, trying to score a keepsake. The undergarments were the most precious, several fights breaking out over them.

"Ha ha, will you look at that!" The announcer laughed. "It appears Chloe the Jester is much more of a good sport then Manila the Flat! She has now made any more covering up totally impossible for the girls of the arena, even providing souvenirs to a lucky few in the crowd!"

Chloe stood, chest thrust out, proudly enjoying the roar of applause, one of the loudest the arena had ever heard. She noticed that even Syndra the Queen smirked slightly at the display. She had amused a queen! Even though it was a Queen she didn't particularly like Chloe knew this was a great day for her.

Manila glared up at her supposed partner, feeling betrayed. She had been stripped by her own ally! She hated that clown! She rose slowly, bitter thoughts enveloping her mind. She couldn't get to Chloe though, there was no way she was scaling all those pillars naked! She saw Halia and Ashley though. There were two she could take her revenge on!

Manila swung on the also naked Halia and Ashley. She crept towards them, a dark expression on her face, covering her small chest with both hands. The rest of her narrow body was exposed. She had no choice though. Halia and Ashley stood close to each other, both covering. Ashley was still gyrating her hips uncontrollably. That gave Manila an idea...

Manila slipped behind Ashley. Reluctantly, she released her chest, freeing her hands. The viewfinder followed all this, hovering around the three. Manila came up behind Ashley's gyrating butt. Then, before the pair saw her she reached out, grasping Ashley's panties. Well, if you could call them panties. She grasped the strands of the enchanted underwear that remained. Ashley looked down in shock as Manila stretched the strands from her crotch out as far as they would go. Ashley just watched, gyrating her butt and hips uncontrollably.

Manila grasped Halia around the hip. The shocked girl was pulled close. The crowd roared as the three naked women were all touching.

"OOh, things are getting intimate over in the arena." The announcer laughed. "What is Manila the flat up to?"

Manila, blushing at the nickname she'd acquired, stretched the strands of Ashley's panties out. Then she forced Halia's feet through the strands, one at a time. Finally she pulled the panties into place so they now held BOTH WOMEN! Ashley and Halia were held face to face, the panties binding them together. Their breasts touched, nipple to nipple. Their nude crotches were pressed together lips to lips.

The crowd roared in approval. Manila stood back to watch. Then, the enchanted panties began to affect both women. They both began to move their hips uncontrollably. The two were locked in an intimate dance together they could not stop.

"Very finely done!" The announcer roared. "Manila has bound Ashley and Halia in a tight embrace!"

The two swung their hips, looking each other in the eyes. Both were horrified and blushing in shame, unable to look away from each other as their bodies were intimately bound together. They gyrated in time, their hips locked, breasts rubbing. Both women began sweating. They were horrified to find that rubbing crotches like this... felt really good!

"OH! OH!" Halia yelped, closing her eyes. She gave in to the pleasure, despite the shame involved. Her most sensitive area rubbing against another woman's, they were locked in stimulation together. Soon Ashley joined in cries of pleasure. The two moaned and bucked, sweating, hair wild. Their nipples extended, rubbing on each other.

"OOOOH!! Both women exploded at the same time, orgasming against each other's bodies, dancing and swaying nude together...

((Very hot finish! Looking to add to this ASAP, now that I'm back in action))

"My clothes!" was all Halia could utter, inanely, as she watched Chloe distribute Manila and their articles to the crowd. Pouting huffily, she crossed her arms and frowned, still kind of wanting to hear that joke. Her brow furrowed and she stuck her tongue out at Manila with a nasty look on her face. Ashley kept her eyes shut still, trying to ignore the fact that she was still putting on a dance that was equal parts sultry and obscene.

The queen nodded openly in approval and clapped for Chloe, who found herself bowing. Her round derriere stuck out as she bent, she noticed, her bare peach showing from behind.

The attention wasn't on Chloe too long, however, as Ash suddenly blurted out a "wait, what?" when she felt Manila yank at her panties. As she slowly began to understand what the songstress was doing, her eyes widened in horror and she began to stammer, "W-wait, don't do that..!"

"Y-yeah! Really please not that!" Halia exclaimed, eyes wide. Her heart fluttered and she felt a bit weak as she felt herself pressed against Ashley's pert little breasts. She moaned instantly as the 'panties' slid up around her ass and bit into it, the gold cords tightly binding her pelvis to Ashley's.

"N-nooo!" she pleaded, forced to look into Ashley's steely blue eyes. Her body was hot and aroused, her tender, silky folds glistening already from the all the excitement. It all felt so... wrong, though. What if Annie were watching? They'd never talked about it, though surely she knew something like this most be possible. But for her to have to watch her be humiliated like this..? Her taut nipples grinding against her partners, her mound and tender little clit poking out...

She moaned louder, biting down on her lower lip and putting her face near Ashley's ear. Finally crying out, she dug her fingernails into the smith's tight butt, causing her to cry out in turn.

"Nnnh-nhoooo..." she whimpered, feeling her body betray her.

Ashley was faring no better. She looked into Halia's eyes, thinking maybe this wasn't so bad, only, all the attention made it hard for her to enjoy this. Still, she noticed her pert little nubs were ever so tight and sensitive on her chest, and she admired the way her tan torso looked against Halia's pale frame. Of course, it was really hard to ignore the feel of her equally wet sex mashing up against the half elf's. When those nails grabbed onto her ass, she hissed and cried out. At the last moment, to Halia's surprise, Ashley grabbed her face with both hands and planted a sloppy kiss on her pouty cherry lips.

They came, hard, simultaneously. Their fluids, from sweat to saliva to everything else, mingled as they stood there, panting and red in the face. Their legs trembled, but they weren't dancing on grinding on each other so much as trying to stand still and twitching a little bit occasionally. The amethysts on the panties binding them together seemed to pulsate, satisfied, with a dim light from within. The golden bands snapped and as the strange garment fell to the ground, it seemed to fade from sight, with the dim light's pulsations being the last visible thing from it...

"Oh, nooo..." Halia whimpered, hitting her knees and covering her face with her hands. "I... didn't mean... ohmygods..." she murmured to herself, glancing from side to side as if panicked, and stood up to run for the exit to the arena, sobbing.

Ashley was dazed and weak in the knees, still, leaning against a pillar and panting. She quirked a brow, trying to not look to self conscious and doing a good job of it -- the smith was actually feeling a little... relieved, so to speak, after her little show with Halia. Ashley did think it was strange -- she'd seen Halia lose before, but the half elf never cried. Rubbing the lines imprinted in her butt and thighs by the diabolical panties, she sighed and winced as she looked down at herself. There was clear evidence on her crotch and thighs of her recent... activities, and she was faced with the reality of another bitter loss. Her record, as of late, was falling apart. First Jallan, then this... all because of that silly half elf!

She cursed, and cringed some more, knowing it was unfair to blame Halia for the loss. She'd made a fool of herself, after all, falling into the hazards and being unable to outfight a damned jester. The smith's hands balled into fists. Doon't get emotional, Ash, she thought to herself, her eyes shut tight. The crowd's laughter roared in around her, their applause once again to someone besides her. She was a tough warrior woman though, not some girl. She wouldn't...

"Godsdammit!" she cursed, almost petulant, not moments after Halia had run out crying, really. Ashley was watery-eyed, too, it seemed, and wiped her face with the back of her hand, sniffling.

"Well fought!" she said loudly to her opponents, trying to sound firm still. Despite this, she was pacing towards the arena exit, feeling very much exposed and in need of some reprieve. "Next time we fight, though, you had better-"

As Ashley was making her way hastily to the exit without watching where she was going, she stumbling right into another patch of fine white sand.

"OOmmf!" she grunted as she fell face first again, her first step sinking in deep and causing her to trip up. The audience burst into guffaws. Ashley's fine, toned ass was sticking up into the air again, her body all dusted with sand, especially since she was freshly glazed with sweat and, well, other things.

Ashley was proper crying when she crawled her way out of the quicksilt, trying to hide it while dusting the sand off of her body and off of her crotch and ass. She looked like a mess, finally bursting into a sprint for the exit.

Aloysius laughed. "What an exit..! Another round of applause for the winners!"

((I had the day off work today, and I used it to "fix" the arena. The prop was a premade, bought one that I got when I started doing Enferia renders. It was the only one I could find at the time. But I always thought it sort of sucked. The shapes almost make sense. But the colors and textures are so cartoony and silly. I had already remade the sand texture, so today I fixed the insane color scheme that had gold everywhere and marble labeled as "concrete" in places where marble made no sense. So it's got concrete and stone, and only marble columns now; I think it looks much better. I also gave it a crowd, something people on DeviantArt had been asking me to do, but it's a huge amount of work. So these renders show the end of this bout, but they are also to show off the new arena. The crowd is diverse, but don't stare at them too long, because they are only 15 different people. I was going to make 50, but I wasn't that ambitious. So I know the clear cones aren't perfect, and neither are the special panties. But I wanted to get the gist of this scene, and show off the arena change.))