Soul Calibur's Ivy

The white-haired, busty fighter strutted into the ring, skintight purple spandex clinging to her frame. They had refused to let her bring her usual blade in, so she simple carried a conventional whip.

Ivy licked her painted lips. "I'll be tasting everything that comes out of you, you know. Blood, cum, tears... give me it all."

Tifa gulped and braced herself for trouble.