Try to get her in a grapple and use your height and weight against her.

You close in with the Maharani, trying to get her in a grapple. But this time, instead of dancing away from you, she snaps her head around. Her braid follows behind it, trailing in a long arc that smacks you in the face. It doesn’t really do any damage, but it disorients you long enough for her to slam your shoulder into your chest, sending you staggering back into the corner to slump down into a sitting position.

“Get ready,” Samira warns. “I have a special dance just for you.”

You have just enough time to look alarmed before she leans back and begins gyrating her pert, firm ass against your face.

Your face burns red as you’re subjected to a stinkface, feeling the gauzy fabric of Samira’s pants and the supple flesh underneath rub across your features.

“Enjoying yourself?” she mocks as she continues to grind against you.

She’s graceful even now, making gentle and smooth movements, but that doesn’t diminish the humiliation of having your face smothered under her ass.

After a very long twenty seconds, she steps away from you, and the buzzer rings. You face her again, and she stares at you smugly, reveling in her victory.

You’ve lost a point for domination.