Watch the third game.

As Juaela said, quite a unique and interesting obstacle course has been set up all around the area of the track and field area of the festival, which has yet to be used to your knowledge. There are four courses, which makes sense given there are four teams, and it isn't long before the competitors take the stage. It's different this time, however. Each team has two members representing them, making it a 2v2v2v2 instead. It also appears that each obstacle course, while identical, has a twin course adjacent. There are a number of strange things, especially large glass tanks of liquid. Given how the previous games have been, you have no idea what to expect.

The two representing Team A this time around are The Edge and one of the ALICE golems. However, they're dressed differently yet again, making you begin to question why they keep being given gym uniforms if twice they've been **** to either swap a garment out or change entirely. Unfortunately, this is the most you've ever seen of The Edge's body, which you imagine hurts him more than anything given how he's dressed in the past, but now his pasty white body stands wearing golden swim trunks. Perhaps he fought hard, however, because despite the swimwear, he also wears a dark hood partially cloaking his face. It looks as strange as it sounds. The ALICE on the other hand is dressed in a golden bikini. You can't tell if this affects her at all, but she seems stoic and ready.

Team B is ready with Masumi and Taffeta. The fox and spider identical bathing suits to the aforementioned ALICE besides the colour, which is to say red bikinis. Naturally, the buxom fox looks as calm as she often does, giving the crowd a warm and affectionate smile as she waves her hand slowly through the air like a queen. The small garment hugs her curvy body in a way that makes you wonder whether or not these were actually tailor made to fit or not. Taffeta on the other hand seems to bark harder than she bites. When you first met, she truly loved messing with you, though as she stands now in front of everyone wearing nothing but a bikini, you can see she's blushing as she self-consciously tries not to cover herself up with her additional arachnid appendages, which would only make her look more embarrassed to those watching. She pulls off a stoic face decently well, though not nearly as good as some others.

Thirdly, the group led by William, which is Team C. They have the adventurer Tavia as well as the mysterious Storm. Just like The Edge, he may have stripped down to a pair of green trunks, but he still wears a hood and scarf to cover his face. On top of that, dark cloth bandages wrap up both arms. It seems a little unfair that two individuals would be allowed this exception, especially both men, though neither are covering anything important--just their identities, one could assume. Tavia of course wears a green bathing suit, and shifts around nervously as it clearly exemplifies her stunning body. One could notice before, but without her armour, she really is a brunette bombshell.

And of course, your Team A is there as well, represented by Amara and Dajy. While your elven companion may not be as busty as many others, she isn't a pancake either, and her slender, fair physique looks radiant in her blue bikini. Adjacent to her is the polar opposite yet strangely the same--a dark shadow, curvy figure, confident in such garb in front of others, yet just as divine as the elf beside her. Of course, Amara still wears her choker. They don't **** her to part with that.

Mistress Dajy tugs at her top with annoyance. "Hrmm..." she mutters to yourself.

"What is the matter?" Amara asks--nervous about the ordeal, especially with so many people watching, though she's doing well in staying calm.

"This bikini. It's not nearly skimpy enough."

"... Pardon me?" Amara asks in response, though it's purely rhetorical. She knows Dajy well enough.

After clearing her throat, the beautiful elven bard and our master of ceremonies, at least until Elok Daven shows his face, once again gathers the attention of the audience. It isn't difficult given how much more attentive everyone became after seeing the outfits of the competitors, of course. She stands now on top of what could be described as a watchtower--ladder leading up to a wooden uprising which can oversee all four obstacle courses below. "Are you all ready to witness the next competition?"

The crowd applauds like a booming thundercloud.

"All right," she continues. "The competitors below, as you can see, have been split into teams of two. For a team to win, both must complete their side. If only one makes it through, they are awarded nothing! But do not let this lead to any fights afterwards, okay~?"

With a smile, Dajy strokes the back of her fingernail up Amara's cheek. "Don't fret too much, dear. I would never fight you, whether it's your fault or not. I would simply punish you relentlessly instead."

The elf tenses up. "Aha. Th-That is funny."

"It is, isn't it?" she says quietly with a looming, threatening smile--nobody certain if she's teasing and joking around, or she's serious.

"But there is one thing that they were not told before gathering here!" the bard continues on. This immediately brings worry to all taking part, especially after what happened in previous games. "Assistants. Can you please bring out the collars?"

Emerging from the nearby tents, four beautiful elven women dressed in matching black bikinis approach each team. They hold in their hands pairs of collars which match the team's colours, and with some resistance, each of the competitors put them on, even if it's beneath Storm's scarf or on top of Amara's choker. At the end, all eight have been leashed, though you can't imagine this is just to embarrass them. They definitely do something.

"I wonder how truly connected these allies are? Can you call yourselves friends if you ca not share each other's feelings? While wearing these sets of matching collars, you shall feel all sensations the other feels, whether that is pain or pleasure. Give yourself a pinch, and the other will feel it. That is a lot of power, but remember it goes both ways. This game will only be won through skill and teamwork. Exciting, is it not?"

Dajy eyes Amara over. Then with a sneaky finger, she slides it down her own stomach, past her waist, and gives a firm but sensual touch to the front of her bikini bottoms. In response, the elf straightens up, having not expected the sensation. She instinctually brings her thighs together and covers what isn't exposed.

"Hey..." the elf mumbles.

"Just testing it out," Dajy says with a chuckle.

"While each course is the same between teams, that is not the case between teammates!" the bard continues to explain. "One of you will be doing different things than the other, so you will have to deal with many distractions, good or bad. Cast your eyes on the courses below me. Are they not amazing? Stand patiently and allow me to go through each obstacle in order. First! One member of your team will begin wading through the Trial of Water! A glass tank of cloudy pink liquid where you must find four balls and place them in the basket before moving on. After that is the Trial of Balance. Make it across a very thin bridge, and if you fall, you must go back and try again. Lastly is the Trial of Patience. Here you will have to work together with your teammates, so if they have not reached this point yet, good luck.

As for the second member, they must first complete the Trial of Catch! Will you be able to gather flags from the run-away constructs? I hope so, because after that is the Trial of Snakes, where you must escape being grappled by even more magical creations, so hopefully you are able to slip right through. Your course also ends with the Trial of Patience. I can only pray that each pairing before me is in sync enough to make it through. Are you all ready? Audience? Contestants? I sure hope so, because we are moments away from starting!"