[EPILOGUE: "REMEMBERED AS A COWARD"]

You escaped the Domina Arena with your life and your freedom, but not necessarily your dignity and pride. The bitter humiliation of your easy defeat still stings as you remember Smotherella's smug expression after she beat you. Your dreams of being a Domina crushed, you wander the wasteland in search of safety, but never find a home. You do odd jobs to get by, but you never fight again.

In the arena, Smotherella was pretty pissed about losing her slave but was pleased with having another easy win under her belt regardless. She would eventually come to collect a large harem of slaves, and tales of her victory occasionally reach your ears, filling you with rage and regret. However, you never return to her part of the wastes. Forever shamed as a warrior, your only legacy in the arena is being remembered as a weakling and a coward.