The queen insisted that the duel take place at the adult entertainment house my attendant had mentioned.
The duel ended up becoming a major event. Tickets were sold. An arena was set up in the courtyard of the brothel.
On one side, bleachers filled with demon army generals and some of the highest-ranking officers. On the other, bleachers crowded with the high nobility of the realm. At the front, a platform had been set up with an honor box to receive my parents, the king and queen, and a few other members of the royal family.
Opposite the royal box was a stage for the presentations. To the side of the stage, a booth had been prepared for the narrators and commentators. Yes, the duel would be broadcast via magical projection. After all, the brothel courtyard wasn't that big, and many people couldn't get in.
The betting houses made a huge profit. Antonieta was, of course, the underdog. If she won the duel, anyone crazy enough to bet on her would walk away with a small fortune.
I was in a place of honor — a throne placed right in the middle of the main stage. After all, I was the grand prize of the night.
But the real star of the evening was her — the hot tub at the center of it all.
The event organizers spared no effort to ensure the night would be unforgettable. To warm up the crowd and set the mood for the main event, several duels were held earlier that evening.
Beautiful girls in bikinis, muscular gladiators in tiny thongs, a few monsters and demons that were a bit too exotic for my taste — a good variety of colors and shapes to please all kinds of appetites.
The house girls moved around in burlesque outfits, serving drinks and snacks. The dance troupe performed to the rhythm of a "Uga Uga, Uga eh..." chant during the duels.
It truly was a night to remember — but nothing that had happened so far could compare to what we were about to witness.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event of the night! The moment you've all been waiting for! Live, from the Royal Capital of the Kingdom of Narventall. It is my pleasure to introduce, entering from the right side, standing at 5'5", weighing 110 pounds, wearing a 36E bra: Mary Antonieta Bittencourt!" — Sabrina was the host for the evening.
After being announced, Antonieta walked onto the stage. She wore a gorgeous pink bikini with high-waisted bottoms. Her red hair was tied back in a stylish ponytail.
"Now entering from the left side, standing at 6'1", weighing 150 pounds, and rocking a 36G bra: the Demon Queen, Lilith!"
The queen strutted onto the stage in a black bikini with a thong bottom. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts, bouncing every which way as she walked. Her silver hair was tied in a bun, and her horns and tail completed the look.
"Well, folks, it's about to begin! The moment we've all been waiting for is finally here!" the narrator announced from the booth. "Here with me tonight for commentary, we have the prince's attendant. So tell us, attendant — you're a hot tub duel expert. Any thoughts on the stunning entrance from our competitors?"
"Good evening, dear narrator, and good evening to everyone watching live. Listen, my only comment for now is this: when it comes to spectacle, the queen's already won, am I right? There's no place in the universe where high-waisted bottoms can compete with a thong. And for the untrained eye, a 36E might seem close to a 36G — but let me tell you, there's a world of difference. So for now, the queen is off to a strong start."
"All right, ladies and gentlemen, the main battle of the night is about to begin! The competitors are in their positions in the hot tub. The staff has spread out the soaps. Everything is ready. The signal could come at any moment. And the bell rings — the duel begins! Look at those queenly breasts bounce! The contestants are face to face now, fighting for space in the tub. And there it is — the first breast bump of the main event!"
"That's right, narrator. As I said, the queen's 36G is already making a difference," the attendant chimed in.
"And look at this, folks — the first nipples of the main event! The queen's bra slips to the sides, revealing a pink little nipple, and the crowd goes wild. And just look — while the queen fumbles with her bra, Antonieta finds her first soap and scores the first point. Antonieta 1, Demon Queen 0."
"Yeah, narrator, if the queen keeps wasting time trying to fix her bra, she might end up losing this duel. If she wants to win, she's gonna have to leave that nipple out."
"Another soap! Now it's 2 to 0 in favor of Antonieta. The queen seems to be struggling — could the underdog of the night actually win?"
"Not looking good for the queen so far."
"What is this, my friend? Sorry to interrupt, but the queen just shifted her position and gave a little booty pop. What a beautiful ass, folks!"
"Yeah, narrator, her performance may be lacking, but the show is top-notch."
"And it seems the queen is switching tactics. She's going defensive! The queen grabs Antonieta from behind and squeezes her boobs with her right hand. Is that allowed, attendant?"
"It's unorthodox, narrator, but there's nothing in the rules that says she can't do that."
"And now the queen's right hand is sliding down Antonieta's belly... Where are you going with that hand, Your Majesty?"
"Narrator... I think everyone knows what happens when a hand goes underwater."
"And Antonieta seems to be losing focus. She's stopped looking for soaps and is just enjoying the queen's touch."
"Narrator, it looks like the queen is whispering something in Antonieta's ear..."
"And those moans are getting louder, folks. The heat is rising in the hot tub. And look at that! The queen grabs her first soap — with her tail!"
"That's right, narrator. Once again, nothing in the rules says you can't use your tail to grab a soap."
"2 to 1 for Antonieta, but the match is shifting. Antonieta's totally given up on the soaps. One of her hands is underwater — are they... playing together down there? Her other hand is on her own chest. And the queen grabs her second soap — we're tied!"
"Narrator, the match is almost over, but the queen still has time to turn it around. And I'll tell you this: the way Antonieta's looking like she's in pure ecstasy, she might end up climaxing before the match ends."
"We're down to the final seconds. The queen's hand is still busy underwater. Antonieta is panting, her breathing faster and faster. And look at that — the queen finds the third soap and takes the lead in the final moments! And Antonieta looks like she's about to come — she takes a deep breath — the queen keeps going — and there it is! She squirts with a thunderous moan, folks! And the bell rings at the same moment! The match is over!"