You prefer not to intervene

You stand there like rooted to the spot and silently watch the action: The two of them roll around on the floor, punching, exhaling, spitting. The fight seems to be even - until Anne suddenly squeals and yelps. “You bastard! My clit!”

The man lets go of her while Anne holds her pussy. The bracelet around her arm lights up.

Only now does the man notice you. “You could have helped me.” He holds out his hand. “Well anyway, I'm Theo. It's nice to meet a fellow fighter.”