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Tik: Welcome back to Temple of Love in Tournament of Pleasure!

Hanioc: Today, we have another champion from the church of love--she's a construct made to reflect the desires and tastes of her partners. This makes her a great lover and a terrifying opponent. It is Andra, priestess of love.

Tik: On other side we have cute bunny girl. Her name Cottontail. She have really nice voice Tik Tik like.

Hanioc: Oh, indeed. Cottontail can use her voice to pleasure over four thousand at once. It's quite impressive.

Tik: Not only that, but she sound familiar. Have Tik Tik heard her before? Hm...

Hanioc: I'm sure we'll be hearing more of her now. Here comes the match, another purely sexual encounter for the delight of the viewers above.

Sitting on the bed is a woman with flowing black hair and the faintest white skin. Her body is concealed only by small sheets that drape over her curves and caresses. She opens her eyes, two different colors look up towards the visitor standing in the doorway. "So," Andra begins, "this is the form that you choose for me. This is your ideal partner."

The rabbit-eared woman stands in the doorway, dressed in thigh-high pastel blue stockings and a pink low-cut leotard. While Cottontail tries to exude confidence as a Tournament participant, she cannot help but stare with mesmerized eyes at the goddess before her. With her thumb, she wipes a bit of the drool away from her lip, gulping, and taking tentative steps toward her partner and opponent. "Oh, wow... You're HAWT!"

"I try to be the most appealing form you can think of," Andra says, slipping off of the bed and standing before the bunny. "And it seems your time at the temple has created a composite of the other priests and priestesses to develop this form.

"I know! All of them are so sexy!" Cottontail says, bouncing on her toes. "It's, like, crazy! I never thought I'd see such a place!"

"And you are beautiful yourself," Andra says, a faint smirk upon her lips. She strokes her fingers up along Cottontail's arms, sending electrified goosebumps along the unguarded flesh. "But we aren't here to admire. We are here to win."

Dainty fingers make their way down along Cottontail's side. The bunny girl lets those fingers explore and trace along the edge of her leotard, snap at the garter belt, and tease at the folds under the garment.

Cottontail bites her lip, a shudder running along her body "O... oh my. That's wonderful... your touch... its like silk."

Andra stops, curling her fingers back. The construct pauses pull back.

A whimper escapes Cottontail's throat. Her ears twitch. "What's the matter?" she asks in a husky voice. "Why are you stopping?"

The construct steps back, bumping up against the bed. "What are you... how are you...?"

Cottontail runs her fingers over the straps of her leotard, blinking, pouting, but then soon giving off a little sneer. "Oh, I see how it is," she giggles, taking a few steps forward. "You like what you hear, don't you? These words that I'm saying mixed with my voice... they do something for you--something you weren't expecting, am I right?"

Without even touching the priestess of love, Cottontail pushes Andra onto the bed. The bunny girl drops to her knees, running her hands up along Andra's legs, spreading her apart. "Don't you worry about this competition. Just sit back and listen and enjoy..."

"W... what's happen...ah!"

Cottontail's fingers spread the cloth that covers the priestess's nethers, sighing at the sight. "Oh, perfect, just like I'd imagined."

"That's because it is what you imagi... ooo..."

"Mmmm...."

Licks and slurps float up from between Andra's legs. Cottontail's tongue and lips smack and slick over the glistening surface.

Andra's voice breaks into loud sighs, over and over again as those long licks wrack her body with pleasure and tickle her ears with more teasing.

Cottontail pulls her mouth back, her tongue sticking out just a little bit. A bridge of refreshing juices forms between the muscle and the flesh, breaking apart as the bunny stands up. "That was wonderful so far. You taste as good as you look. You really are a dream come true, you know that? Oh, but of course you do. That's what you were made for, right? I could just stand right here and gush about how amazing your body is. Or, I could make the loudest, wettest kisses all over you and let you liste-aah!?"

Andra's legs lock around Cottontail's, and the priestess pulls her down on top of her on the bed. With her practiced skill, she rolls over on top of Cottontail, pinning her down.

"This contest... isn't over... yet!" Andra says.

Cottontail opens her mouth to say something more, but Andra locks her lips against the bunny, their tongues wrestling, the priestess tasting herself upon the bunny's tongue.

T: Her voice... it's so... ah... Tik Tik can't contain herself.

Hanioc: Two women... each of them with divinely appointed power. One of them to be the epitome of pleasure to the sense of sight, and the other providing delight to the sense of hearing. Indeed, these two are divinely-appointed champions.

T: Bo... both can go far. Tik Tik not sure others can compete. Tik Tik no know who could win with these two!"

H: It all depends on who can shut down the other first, and whom the gods favor. Andra will continue to prey upon Cottontail's tastes, but even so subdued, the voice from Cottontail can be heard by her partner. This has the possibility of being a very close match, indeed.