Not a chance.

A few of the other fighters lean forward to try to get handsy, but a glare from you has them shrinking back even as Grace’s brazen display of seduction continues. She pirouettes around to stick out her firm, well-rounded ass and gives it a sharp smack in your direction—for which she earns another level of power on the vibrator.

Biting her lip in pleasure at the stronger vibrations, Grace turns away from the pole and towards you. Sashaying the few steps over to where you stand, she continues her dance routine—but this time with you as the lucky centerpiece. Her hands roam around your form, and her lithe body presses against yours like you two were made for each other. All anyone else in the room can do is watch in what must be absolute jealousy—out of the corner of your eye, you catch more than a few hands slipping into pants and under skirts, and soon the whole room smells of sex.

Then Grace surprises you once more. Shooting you a smirk that’s reminiscent of the expressions she’s so often worn as a domme, she turns and presses her ass against the fully-erect tent in your pants, beginning to twerk against it. The erotic rubbing combines with the vibrator’s hum to create a heavenly sensation; you turn it up another notch to increase it even more.

But that seems to drive Grace over the edge. To your immense disappointment, she pulls away and stands, turning around to face you. You start opening your mouth to order her to go back to it, but she places a finger to your lips.

“That’s nothing compared to what’s next,” she tells you with a wink.