Watch the final bout.

"Niki of clan Vakila, a sunheart from the Oraang Desert stands here on my right!" calls out the announcer in a tone to really rile up the crowd. "And on my left, a pure and noble cleric from Varat to the north, Anastasia Phairgem! Who will come out of this match victorious? Who will end up humiliated and bare? With such an exotic, dark-skinned tomboy beauty against a fair and holy girl with gorgeous red hair, I think the true winner here will be all of you watching, am I correct?"

As the crowd erupts into applause, Niki gives her a look. "Just say we can start so I can fight this girl."

"Is this truly what the Empire has become?" Anastasia asks with concern. "The light of Lasis is certainly needed here more than ever."

"Three, two, one..." The announcer takes several steps back as she counts, and then with a swipe of her hand, she yells, "Fight!"

At first, the two speak, but that would be the way in this battle of wits. It's just as important as strength. Both do try to step back, though that only puts **** tension on the rope, giving each sports bra a gentle tug, yet that's where they stop for the time being.

"Listen," Niki says. "I can't forgive you for trying to hurt Mela."

"If that's the name you've given to that spirit, such a creature of undead is meant to be sent from this world. Undead go against the natural order. They are either shades of wickedness that spread misfortune, or creations of evil."

"Have you ever tried asking them?"

"I wouldn't--"

Niki gives a little tug on the rope, causing the cleric to cease her thought in embarrassment of what could happen. "She's our friend, and acts just as any living person would, as she was alive before. A real girl."

"Anyway, shouldn't I say the same thing? How could I forgive you after you humiliated me with that cursed magical shield! That sensation... I had never experienced such a thing before, and you did so in front of others? Either way, I was given orders to stop you. To combat the Demon King Kyle Warren and his allies." Emboldened by her pride, she takes a step back.

"H-Hey," Niki mumbles as her sports bra is pulled a little farther away from her chest than she'd like. Bits of her magic tattoos become visible, albeit barely, as a generous amount of cleave both above and below are exposed. It's enough to make her nervous, despite underestimating her opponent due to her more pure nature. In response, she starts moving sideways instead. She utilizes her superior combative abilities, and although that usually means raw strength, she does still know how to fight. "You know, I'm out of my element too. Usually I've got armour on."

"I understand that. This is the most I've been exposed... ever. In front of others at least. I don't know if I'll ever recover."

Niki clears her throat. "I don't think I can say the same," she says so quietly that her opponent can just barely hear.

"Wh-What?" Her blush grows just in response to what that could mean.

Seeing an opening, Niki continues to strafe in an attempt to twist the girl up and catch her off her feet, and perhaps even make it to the ring's edge. Anastasia panics, but turns just in time to not have her sports bra pulled the other way. Even if it wasn't to come off completely, it could have popped out her breasts, which to her, would be a fate even worse than a simple loss.

"Oh Lasis forgive me. Please forgive me," the cleric says to herself a couple times over.

It's actually pretty impressive that this cleric we so easily interrogated before is standing up to Niki. I guess that's what I should expect as we face the other Demon King's top allies. We caught her off guard with a magical effect not many girls could really fight against. Though if this was a contest of strength, Niki would have thrown her ten feet out of the ring in the first few seconds.

"Are we fighting or what?" Niki asks.

"You will not embarrass me again!" Anastasia, much to the surprise of everyone, steps forward instead. She pushes her breasts up against Niki's. As they push firmly together, it's her opponent who reacts.

Niki blushes hard as pressure is placed on both of her weak points. While it isn't a full on grope, nor is it against her bare skin, these tops are not at all thick, and they were already uncomfortably tickling against them before. Plus, she can't help but feel a little weakened by the embarrassment of so many eyes, even if she isn't Eva, so such an attack definitely has caught her off guard. She even lets out a quiet sound of **** pleasure--a moan to alert her opponent that it worked.

"I apologize, oh mighty Lasis, for fighting in a manner that may appear lewd, though I must! Yes, I saw that you have a marking of the sun on your left breast, and therefore it must be a weak point."

She only saw one of them. Doesn't really matter though I guess.

"You--" Niki clenches her teeth and nearly stumbles over. "You know if you push me out, I'll win, right?"

Though the cleric maneuvers away, and with Niki no longer flat on her feet, she almost falls over. She may be durable and strong, though balance isn't a skill she specializes in. She's not Snow at least.

"Wait, wait, wait," Niki calls out in desperation as her top is nearly slipped right off her body before it can snap from the back, though she plants her foot so firmly in the dirt that it causes a cloud of dust to rise. "Damn. You may have discovered a weak point of mine, but that doesn't mean anything right now. I'll still win."

"Hey!" you shout, not missing the coincidence to what Breiah said prior. Your voice causes those around you to turn, and the competitors in the ring glance an eye in your direction as well as you speak. "Anastasia, was it? If your body not getting exposed is so important to you, this isn't something you're being **** to do. Feel free to surrender. Then you can leave with your modesty intact."

"That's right," Niki says. "What's more important, huh? Your dignity, or your loyalty to that weasel and his ghostly girlfriend?"

"I--" Anastasia clenches her teeth, flushed.

"Pop off that top, Niki," you command.

"Aye aye." She nods, unable to salute.

Invigorated by your leadership, Niki grins wide and stares her crimson eyes back at her opponent. Then she shifts her body up, and down. Up again, and then back down. Subtly, but enough to cause her chest to bounce. As she does, the tight, awkward material of the sports bra rubs slightly against her own tits, causing her nipples to slowly become more visible as he push up against the inside, though despite the embarrassing sensation giving a shiver through her body, and knowing the view she's giving, she continues to bounce, because every time she does, it forces her opponent to as well.

Anastasia turns beet red as her tits are bounced up and down. Up and down. If she stops for a moment, the momentum will surely pop her titties right out, which means she's now trapped for as long as her opponent wishes. "Stop!"

"No."

"But they're all staring!" she says through clenched teeth.

"Then surrender."

In a few jiggles, you almost see nipple as the material stretches and shifts. Perhaps the cleric can tell by feeling, as she begins to sweat in panic. Said sweat only lubricates her skin, making it even more slippery... which is the absolute worst thing that could happen. With Niki, she could do push-ups in the desert heat. But to such a soft-hearted maiden from Varat, who may be able to fight but does mostly focus on spells, such activity is not so easily done. She's getting tired and wet, which means she's already lost.

With a defeated scream, Anastasia cries out, "I surrender! I surrender! Please stop!"

The audience falls quiet. There's some murmuring, mostly of disappointment, though the bard steps in to raise their spirits. As an expert in public speaking, she raises her hands up to gesture a cheer, and then brings to mic to her lips. "What an intense match, do you not think so?!" And with that, the disappointment disappears. "We have our victor, and her name is Niki!"

As the cheering returns, Delphi pats you affectionately on the side of your head. "I'm sorry, Kyle. Maybe you'll get to see her chest in the future. I'm sure we haven't seen the last of her."

"... I didn't say anything. I don't care about that."

"Of course you don't."

"Want your other seat back?"

Vivi nudges your arm. "Get a room, you two."