No. You’re caught on your way out.

You’re just about to head out the door when your foot smacks against the base of the Champion’s wardrobe with a heavy thunk, and you’re not quite able to bite back your cry of pain.

You look over at the bed in horror as the sleeping woman’s eyelids flutter, then snap wide open as she sees you in her room. You bolt for the door, but she leaps out of bed and crosses the room in two long strides, pinning you to the wall with firmly-muscled arms.

Instead of demanding to know who you are and what you’re doing, she looks you up and down quickly, then glances at the pair of her panties held in your hand (which her grip prevents you from letting go of).

“That was pretty brazen of you,” she says, voice dancing on a line between respect and anger. “Not just going on a panty raid so soon after getting in here—yeah, I know who you are—but stealing from me of all people. Got anything to say for yourself?”

As you compose your thoughts, you take a moment to size her up in return. Her strong, yet voluptuous frame reminds you of Dinah’s muscular curves, but there’s something about the woman currently pinning you in place that even the inimitable Cowgirl lacks.

Other fighters you’ve known work day in and day out to build up and boost the sultry confidence that seems to be the hallmark of many of the ECL’s women. But the Champion takes it to a new level. It’s as if she no longer even has to think about it anymore—she simply radiates power and sensuality in equal measure, and it comes as naturally to her as breathing.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt that she’s using that power to trap you in place seemingly without trying...or that those big firm tits and bountiful hips are pressing against you in very distracting ways...

She smirks as she feels your cock starting to stir, but still prompts you to answer. “Well?”