Kickboxing. Maybe she won’t expect you to use your legs.

You grab a pair of gloves and approach her as though you intend to box normally, but before you close with her, you snap out a kick to her stomach that sends her stumbling back a few steps.

But it’s only a moment before she straightens up and says, “You know, that really wasn’t a very smart decision.”

She closes in on you again, and this time it’s her foot crashing into your chest. As you reel from the blow, you realize that you forgot one very important thing: Chloe has much longer legs than you.

She promptly proceeds to demonstrate this by subjecting you to a kicking clinic, battering you across the ring. Each new graceful, powerful movement of her legs stretches her monokini in new and interesting ways, tantalizing you as she beats you up.

The announcer’s words mirror your thoughts as she says, “Things aren’t looking good for John.”

Eventually, she maneuvers you into the corner of the ring, where she delivers the coup de grâce. Pirouetting on one leg like a ballerina, she smacks her foot into your face over and over and over, knocking the last of the fight out of you. She stops for just long enough to let you slump back against the turnbuckle...then extends her leg one last time to press her toes against your mouth.

You struggle weakly against her foot as she traps your head in the corner. Her toes are surprisingly soft and smooth, and they smell faintly of lavender, perhaps from some sort of perfume or scented soap.

Chloe holds your in this humiliating position for a full twenty-count until the sound of the buzzer. She says nothing as she releases you; she simply looks at you with a knowing smirk as you slowly regain your bearings.

You’ve lost a point for domination.