A winner rises up

"Here's a fun fact..." Ilsa continues her commentary as the fight goes on. "The average breast size for a WAR girl is sixty percent smaller than that of the general population! You can draw your own conclusions as to what that implies."

Girls continue to fall from the Yiantra cake. A cute little elven blonde gets her foot stuck in Yiantra's left nipple, and is unable to extricate herself before you slice off the entire left-boob piece and slide it onto your plate. You pick the girl off, lick some icing off of her boobs, and drop her into the losers' nets.

Soon there's nothing left of the cake but a right boob, a pair of shoulders, and Yiantra's blushing face. There's also nothing left of WAR but skinny little Pei and an athletic, green-haired elf girl you know as Ambyr. They're both grappling in the middle of Yiantra's neck, trying to tune out their admirers as chants of "Tight-ass Ambyr" and "Petite-pussy Pei" start up.

Ambyr's butt is looking so tight, in fact, that you feel a need to test its firmness. You reach out and give her a good flick in the cheeks with two fingers, causing her to go up on her toes with a yelp. This gives Pei the chance she needs to shove into her tits and send her flying over the edge.

For a moment, it looks like Pei wins. There's some celebration in the audience, and the naked little lady looks ready to get her towel.

Then a miniturized Daisy rises up out of the frosting and gives Pei a solid kick in the butt, knocking her into the nets.

"WOO!" hoots Daisy, thrusting her fists up in the air and drinking in the crowd's energy. "Raider's Girls RULE!"