Walking up the stairs, a cold tension surrounded the air as both Sareth and Silva went to meet their opponent, the latter stretched her arms behind her back, warming up already before reaching the designated area as the former gave a small yawn, clearly bored with what was about to happen.
"Only one person? Against the two of us? They must be dreaming if they think they even have a hope at winning."
One eyebrow quirked in annoyance at her partner's nonchalance, Silva chose to keep her voice neutral, lest they start fighting among between each other before they even get a chance to meet their opponent. "I would appreciate it if you could at least try to act as if you were interested."
"Oh phoeey, I bet I could even take a rest while you reduce the other guy to tears... What was his name... Ah yes, Rick." A sultry smile on her lips, the succubus gave them a small lick, a hungry smile forming on her face already.
"Here we are. You better not be slacking on me." As both women finally reached the top of the flight of stairs, a lone male was standing in front of them, clad... in only one tiny little jockstrap.
"This is going to be a fast match." No sooner that Sareth had spoken those words however, did...
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