Maybe the Champion is the lesser of two evils?

It’s obvious to you that this newcomer is far more ruthless than the Champion has been so far. The impression is only reinforced when Grace grabs Roxie’s nipples and twists them cruelly, eliciting a short scream of pain and a retaliatory kick—which Grace dodges, and punishes by stomping on the offending foot with one of her stiletto heels.

You climb to your feet and take a second to get your bearings, then slowly and quietly make your way toward Lady Grace and the Champion. Roxie can clearly see you sneaking up behind Grace, but thankfully for you, she keeps her face impassive as she withstands her opponent’s attacks...

...until your arm snakes around Grace’s neck, locking in a chokehold.

“Unhand me!” she snarls at you, writhing in your grip (and rubbing her lace-covered ass pleasurably against your crotch in the process).

Before you can retort, the Champion’s foot smashes into Grace’s cheek in a devastating roundhouse kick. The aristocrat slumps in your grip, not quite KOed but dazed and woozy.

“That’ll keep her from causing any trouble for a while,” says Roxie smugly. “Wanna help me get these handcuffs off?”

Your common sense tells you that you shouldn’t, but as much as you don’t want the Champion to manhandle you anymore, you want to cheat far less. You find the key hanging on a small necklace on Lady Grace’s neck, and within short order the cuffs are off.

“Thanks. I owe you one,” the Champion says seriously, before lightening up. “What do you say we teach this bitch a lesson?”