You lost, but didn’t bet anything.

Lady Grace looks down at you smugly as the referee signals her victory. “I’m ever so disappointed that you didn’t agree to my stipulation,” she pouts. “The things I would have done to you...you’d have begged me to stay as your Mistress.”

“Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?” you snap back at her, a little spooked by how close you came to becoming her ****.

“I suppose not,” she agrees. “But at least I’ve showed these peasants”—she gestures out broadly at the watching crowd, which is booing and hissing loudly as she celebrates her victory—“who the superior sexfighter is.”

You’ve been defeated by Lady Grace.