White: King's knight g1 to f3

"King's knight to King's bishop three!" the voice of the white controller announced.

The King's knight had anticipated the move, and was riding his horse forward at an easy trot. Not bearing a lady's favor like the Queen's knight, he would perforce have to make a lady yield to him. And what better lady than the brash, barbarian Black Queen?

He loosened his heavy trousers and pulled aside the front tails of his padded armor coat to bare his swelling penis. He passed ahead of his pawn and gave the ill-armed warrior a jaunty wave. As he wheeled his horse around, he flashed his prick at the brazen warrior queen, and paused to gather himself, an easy, short charge from overwhelming her. His eyes flashed at the prospect, and his breaths came deep and fast. The mass of the opposing army did not exist for him, only the Queen. He readied his lance.