Melody complies.

Melody’s posture sags and her face falls, all will to fight sapped away by her defeat. “What...what are you going to do to me?”

“An excellent question,” Aphrodite says. Then—before anyone can react—she grabs Melody’s arm and Irish Whips her back into your corner!

Stunned by the sudden impact, your partner loses her footing and slides down to a sitting position—right where Aphrodite wants her. The brunette Goddess rushes up after her and, grabbing the middle rope for support, forces her dripping snatch right up against Melody’s mouth.

Your partner can only manage a muffled “Mmf!” of protest before Aphrodite starts swiveling her hips, moaning once again as she uses her opponent’s face as a fuck-toy. And, as she does it, she raises her head to look you dead in the eye.

“If you tag her out,” she tells you, “you take her place.”

“Mmm-mm!” Melody is shaking her head frantically, as much as she can when it’s held tight between Aphrodite’s snatch and the turnbuckle. She...wants to stay in?