It sure was

You give each other a respectable rest period, before raising up to your feet.

"Tough punk ain't ya."

"Tougher than you, street walker."

"Heh, stop pointing your pencil at me."

Indeed, your cock is straining your tights to the limit. Remembering that Fen seemed to recoil at any sexual advances, you step out of them & kick them aside. Some lucky fan claims them. The thug can't stop her eyes popping at the sight of it.

"I'm gonna right my name on you chest."

She has no response, only putting up her dukes stepping up.

No advantage.