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“What are you doing here? I thought you would be back home in your little castle in Europe after the humiliation I gave you.”

“I came here to remind you that you are the new Sex Champion.”

“Heh.” Tulip scoffs, “You don’t have to remind me. I got my trophy right here.” She holds the suitcase that held the belt, “I’m planning to keep it over my fireplace.”

“And you thought it was what a onetime thing? A little tournament for the rich to get their jollies off.”

“Now that you said, yeah, yeah I did.”

“It might’ve started that way, but my friends were extremely happy about how the tournament ended even if they didn’t get to buy new women for their harem. In fact, there are talks of doing another one of these things. Something different than this tournament. Let the women be themselves with their colorful personalities and this time allow sex toys in as your use with the strapon in the final was inspiration that people want to see more of that then simple fingering and scissoring. Think about calling this one Nymphomania. Probably will have it in a few months.”

“And why should I be interest?”

“Because you might not have heard but you are the Sex Champion and you will need to be there to defend your belt. That’s how things go right? You obtain belt, and you defend said belt.”

“I think not.” Tulip says turning about but Megan grabs her shoulder and spins her around.

“Listen to me cunt. I might not own you anymore.” Megan grabs Tulip by the pussy making Tulip squirm, “But I carry grudges and I won’t forget how you broke my nose during that match. So, if you don’t want my grudge against you to grow larger and maybe spilling out to those daughters that you talked about and were ready to sell them to me, I suggest you come when I call. Get it!”

Tulip pushes away, looking a little scared, “I’ll think about it.”

Tulip then picks up her suitcases and walks off to her bus.

“Yes, you do that.” Megan snarls as she walks back into the shadows, “You think about it. You think about it real good and I’ll see you at the next one, Champ.”

Megan then chuckles as she melts into the shadows leaving the bus depot with only the ordinary people who use it daily, not knowing what history was made that day.