Congratulate your conqueror

With a hand on your hips & a ache in your gullet, your hold out a hand for the Warrior. She looks you up & down, licking her lips & grinning. Your foe looks at your hand & shakes her head.

"Not good enough boyo."

You don't resist when she slings you across her shoulders like a prize buck. Being in her grasp, in her power, feeling those rippling muscles on yours is... oddly... a little fun. You are carried up the ramp, a surrendered captive.