You...
Go present yourself to Violet
You decide to walk over to the large-chested Muslim babe. She made you cum on a teacher's desk, and you had a feeling she would have forced you to clean your mess up if she had time. You walk around the tail end of the plane. You witness the girl's pure strength. Her hands ripped half the airplane wall off the hinges.
You look down at the Muslim wearing clothes not adequate for the cold snowy plains. You call out to the gorgeous girl feeling weak in your knees. "Hi... Violet... It's John." You stand awkwardly.
Violet Myers's eyes lit up. She walks over towards you throwing the metal down at her side. "Oh wow. How did my whipping boy carve his way so deep into this tournament? I'm surprised a woman competitor didn't bend you over her knees and spank the white off of your cheeks." Violet continues to humiliate you as she only is a few feet away.

A chance to beat her dwindling. If you let her continue to poke and embarrass your ego. You'll be back under her control like earlier in the classroom. You have to decide if you wanted to win right now or give in to the arousing urges she had instilled in your mind.
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