Kiss her ass.

You know when you've been beat. After a moment of hesitation and disgust, you finally pucker your lips and plant a kiss on her ass.

She laughs as she bounces up and down, celebrating her victory by flexing her biceps while still sitting on your face.

Smotherella was right. You are pathetic. You definitely weren't cut out for the arena, and you sure as hell never stood a chance against her.

You notice that even after your shameful submission, she still hasn't gotten up. You still can't see anything but her ass, but you can hear her let out a sigh of contentment.

"Ahh... your face feels good under my ass. I think I'll be using you as my new throne. What do you think? Does that sound good to you?"