Kiss my feet

Baroness Winters marched proudly to the ring, her two maids attending to her need (light fanning and marking her path with rose petals) as she waved lightly to the crowd. She was in a full ball gown with a brim that went out past her arms’ reach, and an extra tight corset was shoving her bosom to incredible proportions. They held open the ropes for her, then helped her out of her dress, seeing that she never had to lift a finger.

Tikka entered the ring with far less flash. She climbed into the ring as the Baroness had a haughty laugh. “You actually chose my favorite type of match. How generous of you. Perhaps you’re not so opposed to accepting me as your better as you acted the other day?”

Tikka stood calmly a few feet away, then shot out her foot in a high kick. Baroness winced, but it stopped an inch from her face, Tikka’s sole hovering right in front of her nose. “I accept no such thing.” She gave a brief wiggle of her toes and turned back to her corner.