You joined because of your talent.

You shrug, and explain, “This is what I’m good at. I fight pretty well and I fuck even better. This lets me do both and get paid a whole shitload for it.”

“Well, aren’t you just a paragon of humility,” Kayla mutters.

You shake your head hurriedly, realizing you’ve been misunderstood. “It’s not like I think I’m God’s own gift to sexfighting. There’s plenty of other people around here who are on my level, and more than a few who are way above it. But I wouldn’t have gotten into the League at all if I didn’t have at least some talent for it.”

Melody nods pensively. “That’s fair. People have been saying the same thing about me, too. I’m not sure how much I believe them, but they are saying it.”

“You’ll get plenty of chances to prove them right soon,” Angelica promises, and Dinah enthusiastically nods beside her. Melody shoots them a bashful smile of gratitude as the game ends.