Aphrodite gains the upper hand.

As the two women advance toward the center of the ring, Aphrodite reaches down with one hand to fiddle with the strings on her panties, as if to take them off. Melody’s eyes widen in surprise as she sees what her opponent is doing, and the moment of distraction is all Aphrodite needs.

As your partner mentally readies herself for a sexfight, Aphrodite’s hand flashes out to land a stinging slap across her face. As Melody reels from the blow, the Goddess’s long leg snaps out in a superkick that smashes into her unprotected chin and sends her toppling to the mat!

As Melody lies stunned on the ground, Aphrodite kneels down and climbs over her prone body to straddle her lower torso. “You really have been quite arrogant,” she tells your partner. “Challenging the top-ranked tag team as a complete unknown. Assuming I’m incapable of fighting, just because I usually prefer seduction. And most importantly...”

She reaches out to brush her fingers lightly over Melody’s exposed breasts.

“...Believing these to be the equals of my own,” she finishes. “I think it’s past time that I put you in your place!”

She punctuates the last word by grabbing hold of your partner’s nipples and twisting, drawing a shriek of pain from her lips.

“Ooh, Aphrodite goes for the titty-twister!” Even the announcer is wincing. “It looks like Melody’s really in for it now, folks.”

She is indeed. As you look on helplessly, Aphrodite subjects your partner to a painful regimen of titty ****. She varies up the nipple twists with stinging slaps, hard squeezes, and even the occasional rake with her long fingernails (though she always stops short of drawing blood).

You look to the ref, hoping that she’ll break it up, but the black-and-white-clad woman looks on dispassionately. Apparently what Aphrodite is doing is legal.

Soon, Melody’s screams start to die down to soft, submissive whimpers, and it’s not long after that that the point buzzer confirms Aphrodite’s domination.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” Aphrodite sneers. “Do you still believe you have more beautiful breasts than the Goddess of Love?”

Melody shakes her head frantically. “No, no, yours are better, please stop, I submit, please...”

She raises her hand to tap out, but Aphrodite catches it and raises an eyebrow. “Please what? What am I?”

“Please...Goddess,” Melody begs.

A smug grin spreads across Aphrodite’s face as she releases your partner’s hand, allowing her to tap out. The point buzzer signals another loss for your team as the two women separate and return to their corners, one in triumph and one in shame.

“You know what’s weird?” Melody asks you as she heads back to your corner, massaging her injured breasts. “As painful and humiliating as that was, as much as I wished she would stop, there were a couple moments there where I almost...enjoyed it.”

Your team loses two points for domination and a submission.