You fight (and win)

The sentipede crosses the sandy chamber with frightening speed, slamming into you and grasping at your clothing with its sharp-clawed legs. You get your feet beneath it and hold it away from your lower body, mashing your heel into some sort of articulated stinger. The creature screams in apparent pain and the announcer explains your low blow.

"Ouch, looks like our volunteer hit her opponent below the belt!"

Screeching in anger, the sentipede drives its armored head past your block and attempts to bite you with mandibles that are dripping with venom. Instead of trying to shield yourself, you reach your hand straight at its mouth and grab one of the mandibles. Yanking with all of your might you hear a satisfying "pop!" and one of the venomous mandibles breaks loose like a crab's claw, falling to the ground beside you.

Now the sentipede is hurting. It retreats, blood dripping from its wounded mouth, but it does not yield. It begins circling, looking for an opening. You can tell it is distracted by its pain. Before its reflexes were too good to go on the offensive, but now you risk it, hurling yourself at the creature. You avoid its **** lash with its remaining mandible and land on its back. It immediately twists and curls around you, shredding your clothing to rags in an intense struggle that leaves you bloodied and indecently exposed, but leaves the sentipede coiling in agony. You've managed to break off both of its stubby antennae.

"It's blind!" declares the announcer. "Now it is at her mercy!"

Ignoring the fact that your breasts are exposed and your ass is hardly covered by more than bloody strips, you walk over to the terrified sentipede and finish it off with a heel drop. The bug's brains squish out of its amored head and stain the sand around it a purple-black color.

Cheers fill the chamber. Although you are exhausted and scratched in a hundred places by the sentipede, you rise, triumphant, lifting your fists in victory to the audience.

"Our volunteer has beaten the odds, demonstrating what a trained monster hunter can do in even the most dire situations."

The orderlies rush in, dragging away the dead sentipede and wrapping you in a robe as the watching students cheer your victory. You walk out and are greeted in the locker area by a smiling Headmistress Swift. To your surprise she embraces you, running her hands up your back to your shoulders and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"You've done it," she says in her proper English accent. "I'm so proud of you. I have a very special proposal to discuss with you, something I think you will take to very well. Before that you need to be cleaned up and then have rest. Oh, and all those scratches, those certainly need to be taken care of as well."

She motions to the orderlies to leave and then Miss Swift takes both of your hands and begins walking you to the shower. She wears her auburn hair in a bun and she is dressed in a very conservative skirt and blouse with a high-collar. The blouse cannot hide the large size of her breasts, but it is otherwise modest. She is an aging beauty, her lips still full and her smile white and youthful, her eyes a light brown just beginning to show her more than forty years in the corners. She looks at you with an unexpected hunger. You've certainly never thought of her sexually, but the sudden tension cannot be denied.

"I'll help," she promises with a naughty smile and reaches for the top button of her blouse. "Unless you would rather shower alone."