Tikka lends a hand... but for who?

Delisha sat on the Baroness’ back, fisting her as the rich bitch writhed painfully.
“Stop her, you idiot!!” she screamed.
“Ha! I clobbered your maids, ya tart. Y’ain’t got anything left to…”

CRASH!!!

Delisha was hurled off of Baroness as a bottle of wine crashed across the back of her head. Tikka looked in shock at her actions, holding the top of the broken bottle as the red liquid pooled beneath the fighters.

“About time you brought that wine,” Baroness huffed, slowing making her way to her feet. Tikka obediently went over to help her up. “And don’t think I won’t punish you later for wasting such a fine drink. But there’s a bigger pest right now…”

She motioned over to Delisha, Tikka walking up to her and lifting her head off the floor by the hair. “I’m sorry…” she whispered.
“That’s okay… I could use the drink..” Delisha chuckled weakly.