Tug at the bandages

You waste no time ducking under her punches to get in close. You grab the edge of her bandages as you run past her. Your maneuver leaves you slightly exposed as she capitalizes and barely manages to grab you by the waist of your pants. She turns around and notices what you’re holding a little too late. Her bandages unravel as they limply fall off her chest exposing her pale C cup breasts. The audience cheers as you can hear some comments from the crowd.

“I knew her breasts would be perkier!”

“What about the dwarf? Let’s hope she lowers that arm so we can get a good look.”

“Oh, the gold I would pay to have the small one step on me.”

The look in Elsara’s eyes turn from surprise to rage as she still holds you by the pants. You try and pry her fingers free in an attempt to escape her grasp. This has clearly become personal as she wrestles you to the ground, kneeling on your back. You attempt to grab up at her, but from this position its nearly impossible. To your horror, you feel her fingers tug at the waist of your pants and underwear as a rush of air meets your rear end. Your ass is put on display to the crowd as they begin to celebrate. The exposure makes you lose your concentration as you now flail about in panic beneath your opponent. She triumphantly slaps your ass a few times turning it red as you squeak in surprise. Her knee leaves your back as she pulls your pants and underwear the rest of the way off, tossing them outside the ring. Now fully naked, you crawl to the edge of the ring and stand up. There’s no covering your nudeness now as the crowd shifts trying to get a look at your holes. You notice a stray mug of ale at your feet as an idea pops into your head.