Let the game begin.

Asis peels away from the crowd, toward the centre of the ring. She flies in small, tight circles, high above the grass, as far away from the spectators as she can manage. Two of her team-mates, a pony-tailed blonde with a gymnast's flexible figure and a freckled, boyish brunette with green eyes and a pug nose, soar towards her. You watch them talk to each other, though you're too far to hear what they're saying. Asis seems to be angry about something. Probably her missing panties, you think.

In come the away team, the Unicorns, clad in silvery-white uniforms and captained by a haughty, dark-haired elf with very pale skin and a perpetual sneer on her perfect lips. You didn't catch where they were from, but it must be an elven kingdom somewhere. She shrugs off the few insults that the crowd tosses her way and performs an elaborate midair somersault, her pleated skirt flying away from her hips to expose glitter-dusted shorts that sparkle when they catch the light. Asis scowls, and the brunette has to hold her back from flying at the other woman. Does she think the elf stole her underwear? Hopefully. It'll make the game more fun. You watch as they square off, each team arranged in arrowhead formation, Asis and the elf at the front. Behind them, on each side, two huge hoops are tugged into place.

You nudge the person next to you. "Who's the elf?"

"Brianda of Glitterbrook. She thinks she's so great. Asis'll wipe the floor with her."

"You like Asis?"

"I'm her biggest fan. Say, when she flew over before..."

"Yeah?"

"Never mind. Must've been imagining it."

The whistle blows, and the game is on. You watch the two teams soar around, tossing a big pink ball back and forth between them, twisting and spiralling and dogfighting as they try to intercept each other's passes. You're not sure of the rules, but it doesn't really matter. Asis is flying cautiously, trying to keep her skirt down, but she can't play without flashing a little bit of leg and as she swoops dangerously close to you the pleats fly up, exposing most of one nubile buttock for a fraction of a second to the hollering crowd. Quickly she grabs the skirt, and misses a catch in her determination to preserve her modesty. You see her clench a fist in anger as Brianda snags the ball and tosses it halfway across the field for the first goal of the match.

Yes, it's going to be an interesting game. Maybe you should level the playing field a little. Or embarrass Asis even more. Both could be fun.