Brawn, Brains or Beauty?

As the match began and the two opponents circled each other Lisa considered her options. She had to stay on her feet. If he got her to the ground or, worse, got on top of her, she was fucked. Literally.

Her first option: Brawn. Sure her opponent had more muscle mass, but they were probably closer in strength than he anticipated. If she took the initiative and flat out charged him she might be able to end this whole thing fast. Risky, but he probably wouldn't expect it.

"Wow, this was a really dumb idea. Why did you volunteer to do this? You're totally gonna get screwed in front of all these people" cheered Felicia. Lisa wasted a precious second staring daggers at her. She shook it off. Focus. She and her opponent continued to circle each other.

Her second option: Brains. Pledge-y here was definitely thinking with his lower head, not with his upper one. The tent in his pants made that clear. If she could trick him into over extending and underestimating her she might be able to catch him off guard and losing his balance. Probably a safer option, but if he caught on she'd be making a new friend very soon.

"Show us your tiiiits" bellowed a voice from the DKM crowd. It... didn't really seem to fit the context.

But it suggested her third option: Beauty. What had the coed said? Something about distracting her opponent by flashing him. Crude. The idea of giving the crowd of DKM creeps a free show was unappealing. Although she supposed she could contextualize it as asserting control over her sexuality to gain power? It was probably the safest option but winning like that didn't really feel like winning.

She'd have to choose soon. The pledge's lust would overtake him soon and she'd lose the initiative if she didn't act first.