Melody.

Melody ducks under the ropes and enters the ring, ready to bring the match to a close. Aphrodite leers at her, no doubt thinking about all the different ways in which she could sexually humiliate her opponent, but she glances away for a moment as something catches her eye.

You follow her gaze to see none other than the Masked Stranger standing just behind the crowd barrier.

You snarl in rage, but you're not too consumed by it to notice that she's holding a package, an object a little bigger than her hand wrapped up in plain white paper. She tosses it into the ring at Aphrodite's feet, gives you and Melody an ironic half-salute, and then vanishes into the crowd.

Aphrodite bends over to pick it up--giving you a probably-on-purpose glimpse right down her ample cleavage--and unwraps it. It's a long, slender metal wand, with a rounded and flared tip and a sleek, mirror-polished exterior--or, put more simply, it's unmistakably a vibrator. And a very high-end one, too.

"Oh my," Aphrodite chuckles. "It seems we have a secret admirer."

"Not exactly," you grumble, but she's too busy advancing on Melody with it to pay attention to you...