ViVi wrinkled her nose when she realised that, even when she gave her the benefit of the doubt, offering her a way to withdraw gracefully, Ducky simply emphasised her refusal with her attitude. The blonde didn't even seem to think about it; she simply showed her that her words went in one ear and out the other. She was determined to please the girl who had created the lie to bring her to this rigged contest, and ViVi could only boil inside.
The announcer had to be lenient with the imposed rules, performing an improvised count that the crowd, of course, chanted along with to be part of this finale. When she reached 3, the electronic bell would ring through the speakers. It was a consolation for the pinkette, who was still not flattered by the staff's consideration. So, the third queen got up from Ducky, cleaned her skirt, and proceeded to stomp her heels on the canvas as if she wanted to cover the difficult woman lying beneath her with dust.
She flipped her hair at Ducky with disdain before cursing her.
"
Someday we'll meet in the same ring again, duckling," she said before leaving the ring. ‘And I'll make you adore me like everyone else does sooner or later.’
Second test: The winner is ViVi S. Valentine.
That statement appeared on the club's screens.
ViVi left the ring, and, as there was no other way, she walked past Gabriel, swaying her hips with her chin up and snorting a disapproving grunt as she passed by her. When she was about three steps behind her, she stopped and flipped her hair at her too. Gabriel, for her part, remained impassive, staring at the ring, at the golden and white lump protruding from the canvas. Assuming the obvious: there were no more girls willing to come out and sit on Ducky's face; the judge would not be getting up for a while, it seemed; so finally, it was her turn.
She had finished her drink during all this waiting; instead, with her characteristic elegance, she passed it to the spectator closest behind her as she stood up, one hand on her lap and her knees together, like a model. For the first time, she would pass very close to the spectators, taking the most interesting/pretty drink she saw from one of them. The owner was flattered by the theft.
She would climb into the ring, giving Ducky important seconds, and enter the ring with an unsettling calm, crossing one leg at a time over the ropes to maintain her erotic touch on this ‘catwalk’. She would stop at the side of the blonde's head lying on the canvas and run her fingers over the surface inside the drink. The First Queen would crouch down next to Ducky's head, appreciating her heavy breathing and how defeated she looks.
She splashed a little alcohol on the judge's face.
"
Are you still here with me?" She asked in a delicate, yet sarcastic tone. "
I thought you could take more. But you look like... like you've been hit by a truck."
She smiled at the end of her joke, then grabbed Ducky by the neck. She was delicate, wrapping her fingers around her throat, adjusting her grip and testing it before squeezing her throat.
The strength of the Royal Viper's fingers was fearsome for a reason, and her enemy would know it very soon.
"
But it's a shame..." she muttered cruelly, pulling on her throat until it was to her liking, sitting her down on the canvas. "
I really thought you'd try more booties today before you got to me."
If nothing stopped her here, she would rest Ducky's face on her hip before squeezing harder, longing to steal a gasp or stick out Ducky's tongue as she pulled her down to her knees. With a third pull, she would try to lift her completely, using only one arm. Even if that meant carrying all her weight with it, displaying her like a broken champion in the clutches of her challenger.
The First Queen didn't expect Ducky to be able to do much; on the contrary, she longed to have her between her fingers like this and display her tired body clutched by the neck. She was dying to pose like this with her. She takes another tiny, elegant sip of her stolen drink as camera flashes go off and the test-of-booty recordings continue. After all, her condition for being the last girl was that Ducky couldn't defend herself and had to try all the other girls' behinds before hers, a very easy, obvious condition to fulfil, and perhaps the twins fulfilled that part too well.
The queen would finally let her capricious, amused smile appear, take another sip of her drink, this time a deep one, and draw this busty lady closer until her chest and hers meet, allowing Ducky to lean on her if she needs to, at which point she would claim Ducky's lips, giving her a drink directly from her mouth before bringing the last round to a splendid finished.
