"WHAT. What do you mean that I am not able to use my favorite ebony whip? Are you asking for punishment, young lady?"
With a huff, Sareth angrily glared at young, scared female attendant, who was nervously trying to get her to part ways with her whip.
"I-I'm sorry, but the rules stated that you are unable to use any equipment or items in this battle. We do have any battle set for you to use your whip, if you are interested in it..."
"Excellent. After my current fight, which will be short and sweet, you shall guide me to that other tournament bracket, where I will be able to use my beloved weapon to my hearts content."
Grinning with a smile befitting of a succubus, she handed her whip over to the attendant, and stepped forward into the arena, to the cheers of the crowd. Glancing over, she saw her opponent, a flighty harpy, standing on the other side of the ring, almost beckoning her with a smile and her naked body.
"Can't wait to get tickled into submission I see. Bringing no clothes... I will enjoy making you squirm, harpy."
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