"I submit."

"Good girl." Reinette felt her cheeks flushing hotter at the sound of Clara's words, unsure why a moment of praise from her torturer would feel... good. Clara dropped her legs to the floor and stood over her, arms folded as she looked down at her defeated opponent. Reinette, meanwhile, simply lay on her back, drawing sweet air. Slowly, Clara raised one foot and planted it on Reinette's chest; as Reinette's chest rose and fell with her breathing, so too did the foot move.
"You have your victory," Reinette said after a few moments. "Will you at least be gracious in defeat?" Clara smiled down at her, biting her bottom lip in consideration.
"I could," she replied slowly. "But I think I want to give you something to remember me by. Call it my reward for winning the fight."
"You shall have His Majesty. Is that not enough?"
"Oh, him? No, that was just a way to get you alone and itching for a scrap. You can keep him. My reward, well, that'll just be between us girls." Her eyes flicked down Reinette's body, her foot pressing down a little harder as Reinette tried to sit up. The blonde took the hint, staying on her back.
"Let it not be said that I am an unworthy runner-up," she said, a hint of a smile as she looked up at Clara. "Take your reward."