She lands the move.

Your hands start to come up, but you’re a moment too slow. Aphrodite’s slender thighs snap shut around your head, and the oil on your bodies lets her spin around it easily. She’s not very strong, but she doesn’t need to be—her body weight and momentum allow her to slam you to the ground with ease. Your back hits the mat with a teeth-jarring thwack.

“Whoa! You might think that power moves like that aren’t usually in Aphrodite’s wheelhouse, but I disagree—that tilt-a-whirl was a thing of beauty,” the commentator jokes.

Aphrodite strolls up to you, letting her hips sway seductively as always, and regards your prone body with a lecherous leer...

...and a coil of silken rope lands right at her feet.

You and she both glance over to see who tossed it, and your eyes lock on the visage of—surprise, surprise—the Masked Stranger. She waves to Aphrodite and flips you the bird before disappearing into the crowd.

Classy.

Aphrodite picks up the rope with a smirk and advances on you once again.