Melody is chosen.

“You know what? Let’s show the new girl some love,” Angelica says, pointing at Melody.

“W-wait, me?” your opposite number gasps, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Well, it’s sure as hell not gonna be John,” Dinah chuckles. “Hike up that skirt, hon, let’s see what you’re packing under there.”

Melody nods, musters her courage, and then flips up the back of her skirt to reveal—

“Daaaaamn, girl,” Dinah says admiringly as Kayla wolf-whistles sharply. “Angelica, I think you and I are gonna have some competition!”

Melody, to your surprise, is wearing nothing but a deep purple G-string under her skirt, revealing every inch of her thick ass to the lustful eyes of the watching players.

“I decided to wear the sluttiest underwear I own, in case I ended up doing something a little lewd,” she says by way of explanation.

“And we’re all thanking you for it now,” Kayla laughs.

“Well, don’t just sit there staring at it,” you prompt Angelica teasingly. “It’s time to get up close and personal.”

She’s not as **** as you thought she would be to lean forward and start vigorously, sloppily kissing Melody’s ass.

“Oh!” Melody yelps in aroused surprise as she experiences the pleasurable feeling for the first time. She bends over further, pressing her luscious rear even further into Angelica’s blushing face.

You lean down to whisper in her ear, like the proverbial devil on her shoulder. “Are you enjoying this?”

She nods enthusiastically.

“Good,” you say approvingly. “You’re better at this than you think. I know you’ve got a naughty side, a part of you that just loves being in control. Go ahead and let your inner dominatrix out to play.”

A grin slowly spreads over Melody’s face as she processes your words. “My inner dominatrix, huh? Okay. I think I can do that.”

Then, she grabs Angelica behind the head and shoves the Latina’s whole face right into her ass!

The timer ticks down to fifteen seconds as Melody literally rubs her dominance in Angelica’s face, subjecting the hapless fighter to a standing stinkface for the last quarter of the bet. She giggles at the feeling of Angelica’s features buried deep between her ass-cheeks.

“I’m gonna have to add this one to my repertoire of moves. You all certainly seem to enjoy watching it,” she observes with a smirk as the time draws to a close. She releases Angelica from her fleshy prison at the sound of the buzzer (identical, you notice with amusement, to the one in the ring) and raises her hands in a “victory pose” to cheers and applause from you and the other players.

“You traitor, I picked you because I thought you’d go easy on me,” Angelica says in a tone that’s probably intended to sound like anger, but is completely ruined by her obviously holding back laughter.

“But it was pretty hot, right?” Melody asks with an uncharacteristically sly grin.

“...okay, yeah, it was,” Angelica admits.