Challenge your previous opponents daughter to a game

"Hey, how about you?" you call, nodding at the pouting Georgia, who's still glaring daggers at you, "I bet you're not as strong as your mother was."

She sneers and rolls her eyes, and seems to be about to storm off when the organizer girl still standing at your shoulder loudly asks - "Well, what d'you say girl? You gonna teach this guy a lesson, or are you chicken?"

A few of the onlookers laugh, and Georgia's eyes flash with anger at the slight on her boldness, and she steps smartly up to the table.

"Oh, we'll see who the chicken is," she sneers, pulling her purse out of her pocket and rooting though it. She pulls out a five pound note and slaps it down on the table, glaring at you, waiting to see if you'll back down, but you can't show yourself up in from of the crowd, and pull a note out of your pocket to match her stake.

"You are in a lot of trouble now, you little fucker," she tells you, "You're not getting away with showing me up like this."

There's amused interest from the crowd as Georgia removes her blazer and hangs it over the back of her chair before sitting down. Her arms, poking out of the short sleeves of her white uniform shirt, are as skinny as the rest of her, but there's definite bulges of muscle at the bicep, moving firm and smooth beneath her soft skin. She places her elbow on the table and leans forward, glowering at you, dark hair hanging in two braids either side of her sulky little face. She wiggles her fingers, waiting for you to begin.

Grasping her hand - soft and surprisingly cold, her grip almost painfully tight - you think back to your match with her mother. Is Georgia going to play the same way or not?

The announcer girl counts you down and it's time to make your move...