No. You want to beat Lady Grace on your own.

“I appreciate the offer, but I challenged her to show what I can do,” you explain. “Biased referee or no, I have to show that I can take on the ECL’s best if I want to face the Champion.”

Chloe nods, taking in your words. “It’s your call. It’ll be a hell of a tough match, but I think you’ve got what it takes. And you know, if you win...” Her voice drops into a seductive purr. “...I think some congratulations will be in order.”

With that, she turns on her heel and struts out. You tear your eyes away from her swinging hips and ass to look back at Lady Grace, who’s smirking at you with undisguised glee.

“How sweet,” the aristocrat says as if she barely knows the meaning of the word. “But whether you did it out of pride or some misguided sense of honor, you just signed away the only fraction of a chance you had of escaping utter humiliation at my hands.”

“Are you done?” you ask, trying to sound more annoyed than intimidated.

She just smirks at you again and settles into a fighting stance.