Catch Niki outside.

Niki grabs your backpack, and once outside of the arena, you see her having further troubles. The audience that couldn't make it inside await her as she steps out, and they applaud the mighty victor of battle. Though, as they start to crowd around her, grab at her body, and end up trapping her amongst dozen of people, she looks absolutely flustered. After that fight, she's become incredibly pent-up. Her opponent brought her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, and because of that magic collar, she hasn't been able to find relief. Now that people are swarming at her and yanking on her limbs to get her attention, she's helpless.

"Not there... Don't touch--Stop!" Niki grunts. "I need to... so badly..."

"You kicked ass out there, lady!" a guy shouts.

Another speaks up as well. "You're hot as hell!"

"Take it off again!" a third cheers. "And crush me!"

"Get away from me, damn it!" Niki smacks the hands away and tries her best to **** herself through the crowd.

You, Tom, and Bek pierce through the crowd as well. Niki leads you away from the arena and into the town before she plants her hand against the wall of a nearby closed shop and tries to catch her breath. She then grabs the collar, and begins to pull on it with all her might. It doesn't even budge.

"You all right, girl?" Bek asks. "That Zakira chick really uh... fought in an interesting way."

"Where does she get off?!" Niki turns to you. "Imagine holding such a stupid grudge so long. I pulled a little prank on her years ago, and all because of that, she relished in the idea that she could be the one to take me on, just to humiliate me. You know what? I don't care of the audience saw my tits! I kicked her ass. Who was the one humiliated, huh?"

Her face is filled with colour. Her breathing is strange. I think you were both pretty humiliated in different ways.

"What the heck did she put on you?" Tom asks as he points to his neck.

Niki yanks on it again. "Some magic trap. I can't... She made it so I..."

As she struggles to say out loud what was done to her, Hedi comes hustling down the road with a bunch of things in his arms. When his eyes catch your group, he smiles wide and comes to a stop nearby. He's breathing heavily as well. It looks like whatever he was doing, he was rushing, and what's in his arms doesn't look light either. He places it all on the ground in front of him. It looks like pieces of armour.

"Phew. Did you win, sister?" he asks.

She smirks. "Yeah. She fought dirty as hell, but she got what was coming to her."

"I knew you could do it!" He laughs and wraps his arms around her for a hug.

Niki whimpers at the embrace. "P-Please don't hug me right now," she mutters.

"Oh. Sorry." He moves over to you and leans in to whisper, "What did I miss?"

You whisper back. "Well, she was edged over and over again, and that collar is still not letting her finish."

He moves back to his pile on the ground. "You know, I don't really want that image in my head. I regret asking. Anyway, I got you something, sister. It isn't great, but it's better than nothing, and it'll hopefully help in your next fight." Hedi lifts up some chainmail and hands it towards her.

She pulls the armour over her head, and it fights snug around her body. The chains hang off just to the bottom of her rib cage, but finally she can feel legitimately covered up. Her breasts won't be in danger of constantly bouncing free from the tiny vest underneath. Next, she grabs the next piece he hands over. This is a chainmail skirt that she puts on over her tight pants. The skirt is short, but it'll protect her hip and thighs, and people won't be able to see the exposed curves of her ass. The next pieces of metal are bracers that she clasps around her wrists. Lastly, she slides her feet into a pair of worn leather boots.

"Hell yeah." She slams her fist into her palm. Apart from the kinky collar around her neck, she's starting to look more like her old self again.

You speak quietly to Niki. "Hey, uh. Do you still have you-know-who with you?"

"Huh?" She removes the pack. "I was wondering why it felt light again."

"Wait, what?" You take it from her. "Damn it. That's not good. She probably got hungry, and if that's the case, who knows what she'll do? If she ends up causing chaos in the town and people find out we--"

"What are you talking about?" Tom asks.

You sigh. "When we were out that night, we were trapped in a cave, and we ended up finding this slime girl. We brought her back, but I have no idea where she is now. She seems nice, though also pretty clueless about a lot of things."

"A slime girl?!"

Hedi scratches his chin. "That sounds very interesting."

Bek snorts. "Well, we've only got a few minutes until two of you gotta go fight, I reckon. They were announcing the next battle as we were leaving, and a fight with someone called Crusher can't take too long, right?"

"You're right. We better not leave," Tom says.

"Darn. I'd like to meet this slime girl, but it'll have to wait. Let's go prepare," Hedi replies.

Bek shrugs. "I'm not much of a tracker. And if these guys end up finishing their fight quickly, I better have my ass ready too."

"I don't care about finding Jelly right now!" Niki groans. "I just want this damn collar off my neck. I can't focus on anything else with this stupid thing."

"Wait a minute. Are your parents all right with everyone out here?" you ask.

"Oh. They're in the stands," Hedi says with a gesture of his thumb.

"Mom and dad saw all of that?!" Niki plants her face into her hands.

"All right, all right." You take a deep breath. "You guys prepare for your fight. I'll probably have a bit of time here before mine. Jelly is missing, and Niki's future battles were sabotaged by that damn dancer girl, so we need to find some solutions in the meantime. Sorry if we miss your fights. We'll meet back up with you guys around the ring as soon as we can."

Tom, Bek, and Hedi nod in agreement.

Niki is still trying to snap off her collar, though it's completely futile. "Let's hurry up. Jelly is probably fine. I want to find someone to remove this damn thing before anything else."

"Are you sure?" you ask. "If she's off drinking people's fluids..."

"Give a girl some credit. I'm sure she can take care of herself for a little bit." She grabs your arm quite forcibly. "Come. I can't take this anymore."