You do. (Requires 5 Strength)

With a triumphant grunt of exertion, you take control of the exchange, muscling her over into a side headlock.

Squeezing the tattooed woman’s cheeks against your bicep, you look to the crowd who are thus far giving you a very favorable reaction.

Let’s keep it that way.

She squirmed and struggled in your grip, pushing against your body with considerable strength considering her slender frame.

And each time, you hold firm, not giving her an inch.

Eventually, though, you decide to switch things up.

In a fluid motion, you switch over to her back, grabbing her left arm and wrenching it hard against her spine in a swift hammerlock.

Forcing her forearm upwards in the armlock, you relish in hearing a pained wince coming out of Rose’s mouth, a reliable indication that beneath all those tattoos and piercings, she was still human enough to feel pain.

“Let’s check out the merchandise some, shall we?” you whisper tauntingly into her ear.

Grinning slyly, you slither your free arm underneath her armpit and begin groping her bare breasts from behind.

Playfully squeezing her pasty white mounds together, you can’t help but jab at her, “Not the biggest pair I’ve had, but we can still have fun with ‘em.”

“....nngghhhh….you’re gonna **** on these titties, bitch,” she spat at you defiantly, vindictive malice coating every word.

Knowing she was twisted enough to deliver on that threat, you quickly think of a new strategy to keep Rose at bay.

The only question....