battles a sumo warrior

Shiro hid her blade stealthily in the corner and left the arena to face her first opponent.
“Good luck out there,” Red told her as she left, and Shiro nodded back with a smile.

In the sandy pit of the miniature coliseum, Shiro faced a women who was clearly some manner of sumo. She entered wearing a heavy robe, but threw it aside before she reached the middle of the ring. She only wore a loincloth beneath it, traditional sumo garb and not much unlike Shiro’s own undergarment. She had a visible belly, carrying a lot of weight for her style and her fat tits hanging pendulous and free from her chest, still largely feminine and with a tease of muscle here and there. Her dark hair was tied back with chopsticks, and her round face smiled confidently at the smaller Shiro.

The sumo bowed to her when they were close, fat tits bobbing up and down. Shiro smiled back and returned the gesture. “An honor to meet you, pinky. I am Minoru. I was hoping they’d find me a bigger opponent,” the sumo smiled. There was an odd mix of arrogance, decency, and lust for battle that Shiro could hear in her voice.
“Shiro,” she replied calmly. A gong sounded, Shiro backing up swiftly and readying herself. Between her martial arts and dabbling in pressure points, she wasn’t too concerned with the big woman so quickly. Minoru smacked her tits in defiant challenge.