Sell pictures of your feet online.

Teary-eyed, you open up your phone and turn the camera on. Out of ideas and hope, you reluctantly start taking pictures of your feet. You never had the prettiest feet, so you don't get very many subscriptions, but you get enough to afford a small(er) apartment and barely survive. You take on gig work to make ends meet, and every day a legion of weirdos message you asking to see your feet. You hate how your life turned out. You never built a career for yourself, your life is going nowhere, and after the humiliating defeat you suffered at Kinky Combat, your self-esteem never truly recovered.

As your subscriber count starts to plateau and eventually dwindle, you check in on Eveline's socials from time-to-time, and every time, you see she's even richer and more successful than before.

She was always the better woman... you admit to yourself. I don't know what I was trying to prove by doing that stupid tournament...

Years go by, and Eveline becomes the CEO of your old company. It could have been worse, you tell yourself. You could have become a whore or ended up in a 9-5.

But still, selling pictures of your feet online was never your life's ambition. But it is your life now. You spend the rest of your life bitter at the humiliating defeats you suffered.