Fingering. You’re pretty good with your hands.

You saunter over to her, naked and trying to project confidence. But you realize that she’s not buying it a moment too late. Just as you get close enough to touch her, she looks up at you, grins, and punches you as hard as she can in the stomach.

You double over in pain and she follows up by grabbing one arm and spinning you around, launching you into the corner. Your head smacks into the turnbuckle, stunning you for a moment.

Melody is right behind you, flipping you around so that you’re facing her. She doesn’t let up, either, body-checking you back into the corner when you try to get up and pressing herself up against you to keep you trapped there. You keep your feet, but barely.

Then, she smiles sweetly at you and wraps her fingers around your shaft.

You gasp as she starts jerking you off, without letting you out of the corner. Her fingers are surprisingly skilled, and you begin to realize that all that talk about “natural talent” wasn’t just hyperbole.

“Uh, am I doing it right?” she calls out as she pumps her hand up and down.

A laugh bubbles through the audience and you hear some shouted encouragement and confirmation.

She keeps you trapped and continues the handjob for the full count of twenty, and by the time the buzzer rings your cock is already slick with pre-cum. You sigh in a mixture of relief and disappointment as she releases you.

You’ve lost a point for domination.