Polissage de la perle, With a good hug routine.

[APlaying]

Garlim gasped as she watched Ambre pull herself together a bit, to which she decided to get up as well. Her body felt heavy, but she was sure it would be enough to compete. Garlim took her maximum height while shrugging her shoulders, Ambre at the same time stood up to challenge the blonde goddess, slowly opening her arms.

Garlim would do the same feeling her blood boil with excitement, as she circled Ambre like a predator stalking its prey. Garlim walked around Black Pearl and let her hand stay close to Ambre's abdomen, daring to brush it lightly.

In an instant Garlim would try to move quickly to Ambre's back as she wrapped her arms around her waist tightly, her bust molding to Ambre's back the more pressure she tried to exert.

The blonde goddess would try to reverse roles to make this a little game of submission.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre and Garlim circled each other with their arms open and without taking their eyes off each other before throwing themselves at each other, crushing their chests, stomachs and hips together before locking themselves in their arms for a new bearhug contest, this time standing! It might be difficult for Ambre, even if she had dominated this start of sparring she had lost this duel during their match... And she didn't plan on losing again!

"Mnghhh!.."

The Black Pearl leaned back slightly, sighing softly in pain because of Garlim's arms bending her in two, but took the opportunity to slightly lift the blonde and make her bearhug much more powerful... Although it was going to tire her out more quickly! Fortunately for her, Ambre worked on her endurance!

[APlaying]

“Uuuuuuuuh!” the blonde goddess moaned appreciatively, her cheek resting against Ambre's on her heaving chest as she felt the Frenchwoman squeeze her even tighter. Though he was beginning to run out of breath, Garlim gathered what strength he had and would try to counter Ambre's grip by pressing even harder and trying to lift her up just the same.

Both girls would take a very similar pose trying to dominate each other, bending their backs backwards. Despite her fatigue, Garlim struggled, her face turning red as she desperately tried to get the upper hand, but only succeeded in tightening Ambre's grip even more, proving that both girls were still equal in strength. But Ambre continued to have a better position.

Feeling her waist soften between the Frenchwoman's hard arms, the blonde goddess couldn't help but grudgingly admire her fierce determination. “This, this is so... God!” gasped Garlim, looking at Ambre with narrowed eyes. Taking the opportunity to reverse her position, she suddenly leaned back, using her momentum and strength to flip Ambre over her shoulder and threw her back down on the canvas with one decisive motion, expelling the air from her lungs.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had a lot of trouble against Garlim, the blonde was one of the heaviest and strongest heavyweights she had ever faced. The duel was so intense that the Frenchwoman sighed with fatigue, panting slightly as she squeezed Garlim with all her strength and tried to carry her... While trying to prevent her opponent from carrying her in return!

"Nnnghhh!.. MNHH?!"

But suddenly, Ambre opened her eyes and mouth wide as she felt her body being lifted as if nothing had happened. Garlim threw the Frenchwoman over her shoulders, forcing the Frenchwoman to let go of her grip and fall face down on the mat. Ambre sighed slightly and slowly straightened up, keeping her back to her opponent, she needed to catch her breath and quickly.

[APlaying]

Garlim was on her knees next to Ambre, chest heaving as she caught her breath, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. She had turned her rival around, managing to overpower her and take advantage once again. Though that didn't take away her right to feel Impressed, Ambre. Garlim quickly crawled over to the Frenchwoman and placed a hand on her hip, leaning forward slightly with a playful smile. “tell me mademoiselle, How many times must I prove to you that I am a goddess in the octagon?” The blonde began to slowly wrap her arms around Ambre's waist to slowly carry her like a sack of potatoes.

Once they were both on their feet, Garlim paused to take a breath, she was on the edge and her muscles were trembling, the effort showing on her reddish skin, along with her face red from the effort. The blonde goddess was determined to make the Frenchwoman wear herself out completely, and she had the strength to prove it. “I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget.” She hissed, grabbing Ambre's wrists and holding her down as she hovered over her. Until she squeezed her with all the strength she had left with a bearhug from behind her back, but that wouldn't be all, as Garlim would walk over to the octagon grates to press Ambre face-first into them to add more pressure.