Oh yeah

"We could start, but honestly I expected better from a mighty champion like yourself," says the dark elf.

"What do mean?" You ask, lowering your sword again in confusion.

"Well, regular warriors duel like that, but everyone knows all the great ones don't wear anything at all. They show off every inch of their perfect bodies to let everyone know they're the best around and in peak physical condition," says the drow trying hard to stifle her own laughter.

"I just assumed you would stick with tradition and follow suit, but if you don't think you're great, well then..."

You blush again at your own foolishness. "Dammit girl! Get it together! You're the best knight in the realm! How could you let this challenger get so under your skin that you'd forget all the basics of dueling etiquette?" You think to yourself.

Before the dark elf can finish her thought, you're already tearing your bra, panties and corset from your body and hurling them into the bags for safekeeping.

"I am a great warrior," you say as you strike what's supposed to be an intimidating pose (but in your current state of undress results in you showing off your jiggling breasts and slappable ass), "and I shall duel as the greats do!"

"Good! I expected nothing less from some one like you," says the drow trying hard not to smile. "Then I assume you'll be throwing your weapon away as well?"