No, she doesn't

Valerie regarded Anya as she caught her breath. Her opponent was on on her last legs. The problem was, so was she. This next exchange would decide both of their fates.

As had been the pattern in this fight, Anya lunged towards her, intending to grapple her. She was prepared for it this time. She took a step back to avoid her opponent's grasp.

She didn't account for one thing, though - her opponent wasn't exactly aiming for her body.

She could only watch in horror as Anya's fingers closed around the zipper of her suit's top. As Valerie was stepping back, Anya used her momentum to her advantage, opening the entire front of her scuba suit by undoing her zipper in a continuous motion.

Her suit had been very tight, and its sudden undoing made her tits spill out. She gasped in shock as she reflexively tried to cover her boobs with her hands, forgetting about the fight - and crucially, her opponent - for a moment.

That moment proved costly for her.

Anya quickly moved to her back and grabbed her top with both her hands. She violently jerked it downwards, trapping Valerie's hands behind her as she pulled the suit down to mid-chest level. Valerie panicked, as she realized her hands were immobilized.

Before she could react and try to fix her outfit, Anya brought her hands up to her throat and put her in a rear naked ****. Valerie's tits were on full display as her opponent wrapped her legs around her waist and dragged her to the ground.

As Valerie's vision began to fade, she realized it was over. She tapped to signal her submission, accepting defeat.