You won, but didn't bet anything.

You grin and strike a pose for the crowd as the ref raises your hand, surprisingly not seeming at all concerned that you won despite having been bribed to tilt the match against you.

Lady Grace looks on enviously as you bask in your victory, and you turn to her, still grinning. "Guess it's lucky for you that I didn't take that bet, huh?"

"You could never have hoped to be as skilled at being a Master as I am at being a Mistress," she shoots back, clearly still smarting from her near-miss with sex slavery.

You laugh. "Ooh, sounds like someone's got sour grapes. Come on, tell the truth: do you think I've 'lived up to my potential' now that I've faced a 'real woman' in the ring?"

"You were...adequate," she admits reluctantly.

You've defeated Lady Grace.