Ishizu places her hand on her deck to surrender

"It's unbearable... The heat," she whispered, feeling as though she was panting like a dog. Her tongue hung slightly out from her mouth for a moment, before she corrected herself and tried to put on a dignified expression. "Yes, Seto Kaiba. I surrender to you. I surrender everything," she finally managed to speak through her breaths, placing her hand upon her deck.

"Oh ho ho ho!" Heishin laughed inside his unseen pocket of the dimension, now moving his hands from slapping his knees to stroking himself beneath the skirt of his robe. "But that's not all, is it? No, that's not how you surrender in my game! He he he ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha ha! So you finally concede that there are some things more powerful than fate, don't you? My dueling ability goes far beyond that of whatever ancient Egyptian predecessor you may think I had! It goes beyond the Pharaoh's and it goes beyond anything you can conceive of with your fake tablets and heiroglyphics!" Kaiba boasted, now beginning to look at her instead of across the field. The air seemed to be shifting, waving, like the sort of ripple illusion one might see when heat rises from asphalt on a hot day. "So what gift are you going to offer me for wasting my time this time? Another Egyptian God?!"

"I can only offer you myself..." Ishizu groaned out, now turning her back to him and extending her haunches into the air like a dog presenting itself. To complete the sacrifice, she finished removing her dress, leaving herself in a fancy, gold-metal bikini, with alluring tassels of gems hanging around the fringes of the bra and panties. Leaving her jewelry on, she began to remove even these pieces, pressing discrete buttons and switches as though she were solving another Millennium puzzle. Finally, they clattered to the ground, leaving her brown, sweating body nude, quivering before him. "Take me, Kaiba. Use me... forget the Gods and use me however you desire! I'll forget the Pharaoh and serve only you now!" she claimed, hiding her face upon the dirty floor as she shook her hips, encouraging him to enter her.

Because her face was hidden, she had no way of seeing the changes in the arena around her. The stadiums were filling up with astonished people. A referee had appeared, adjusting his sunglasses as he unabashedly leaned in to get a closer look at the proceedings. Kaiba's face slowly transformed from one of victory to one of disgust, as he backed slightly away from Ishizu's offering. "What... what is this?!" he barked, his eyes twitching with anger. "Are you trying to make a mockery of me?!" he questioned, looking to both sides at the audience, who were beginning to boo him as though he was the bad guy. "Shut your mouths! I didn't ask for this! This is utterly beneath me!" he shouted at them, swiping his hands at the crowd as they loudly jeered, thinking that with all of his wealth and influence, he'd finally crossed the line, making someone his sex **** on television. "Whoever is broadcasting this, shut it off now! What sort of clown do you take me for?!" If there was any hint of lust in his voice, it didn't show; all he could think about was the grave disgrace being done to him.

"Ah... I didn't see his face. I'm naked now, just as the necklace predicted, but I forgot to see what expression he'd make. If I'd dueled harder... I'm sure it would be a finer expression than he's making now," Ishizu muttered to herself, feeling humiliation seep into her core. How had she allowed herself to surrender in such a dire moment? Why had she surrendered the way she had? Was there a part of her that had always craved Seto Kaiba making use of her and acknowledging her value in that respect? She had nothing to do but think... she couldn't raise her head and show her face to this arena any more. It was as though the Crush Card Virus really had taken all of her power from her.

"Oh Gods... If there is a way to go back and choose again... Please grant it to me, even if I must suffer more," she requested, cradling her hands around her head with trembling shoulders.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Hoo ha ha ha ha! Yeees, I've released it! I've released my infernal jizz!" Heishin laughed, looking in wonder at how much he'd produced; it stained the formless dark area around him. "Ah, that milk chocolate priestess did wonders for my blockage! I feel like a new man! And the energy of this grudge... she must have been harboring a heavy grudge even before I intervened! It's so sweet; it's milk chocolate, just like her! Bwee hee hee ha ha ha!" He'd begun clutching his sides and rolling around upon the floor. "Oh, Pharaoh! How many more souls of your servants may I steal?!"