With a little difficulty

The blow struck the sailor directly in the face; her body went flying over the bar, and—miraculously for the bartender—you managed to use your hands to keep from crashing into the drinks.

You lay back against the bars with a smile on your face, despite having been struck; then, without hesitation, you sprang forward in a quick movement and stood up, once again unashamedly revealing your naked body.

"It looks like it's my turn," you say with a smile.

The bearded man throws another punch, but it ends up being too slow, giving you time to jump and land a double kick right in his face.

The guy stumbles back in pain as you land on your feet; everyone is stunned, and most of the men start cheering for you, though they are more focused on looking at your body than at the fight.

"Damn whore!" shouted the man, completely blinded by rage.

You move straight toward him and, with pinpoint precision, shove your fingers deep into his nose, stopping him dead in his tracks and leaving him stunned by the pain.

You end the fight by slamming the man's face into the ground—pulling your fingers out of his nose in the process—and the impact leaves him unconscious with his face pressed against the ground.

You look at your fingers, covered in the man's blood; you quickly shake off the red liquid and, feeling triumphant, sit back down at the bar with your legs spread, offering an exquisite view of your pussy.

"I need a little relief," you say to yourself, lowering your other hand to touch the folds of your pussy.