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The harsh, cold wind stiffens resolve before the bout, but at the same time, it also stiffens the nipples and clits of each fighter, the respective nubs throbbing and rock-hard from both the cold and arousal as they face off.

"Looking at you-" Diandra smirks, "-I'd say it's best you give up now and spare yourself the humiliation, little girl."

"Is that all you have?" Rinko responds with a determined look on her face, "If you have but words to bring to this duel, then I think it will not be a very long one."

The haughty look on Diandra's face drops for a brief second, long enough for Rinko to catch, to her satisfaction.

"Hmph...very well....let us dance."

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