Does Jessie win?
Definitively.
Jessie sprang at the taller blonde like a predator. Her size disadvantage meant nothing when she fought like she had nothing to lose. In moments she had swung an arm around her opponent, gagged her mouth, and was pulling her into the room towards me. The sight was honestly arousing. No woman had ever shown an interest in defending me against a mildly insulting comment much less violently attacking a former friend at a mere command.
It seemed prudent to act fast even with Jessie's dogged grip, so I moved forward to give Jessie her friend back. In a way.

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