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Baze's mind spins. Memories flash through her of all the partners she's had in the past. Friends long gone, killed in the line of duty, or even by her own hands, crash into her consciousness. Monsters like the Muddy Mistress caused their end, and now, the starry pool threatens to end her as well.

The kobold breaks through the surface, taking in a large gulp of air. Baze's eyes widen, and the breath is deep, but ropes of slime coil up her body, clinging to her mouth, forcing her jaws open as she's dragged straight back down into that unknown abyss.

The kobold disappears underneath with a splash. Bubbles pop at the surface, leaving the two commentators with nothing to see.

"So, her will wasn't strong enough, after all," Hanioc says. "That is certainly a shame."

Tik Tik grabs onto the angel's arm, tugging at it. "Please, can't let Tik Tik friend get hurt! Hanioc, can save Baze?"

"Fear not," the angel says. "Recall that the Champions in the Tournament are all safe. All physical scarring will be healed after each match as if no damage has been dealt. However, this will surely be an experience Baze will not soon forget."

Tik Tik's eyes widen. "Wait... that mean... what about mind!?"

"What do you mean...?"

"Mortal mind! Is sensitive! Can hurt!"

"A peculiarity of the mortal's constraints. To forget is as if it never happened. That I am not permitted to allow."

Tik Tik turns to the still pool, clutching her chest. "Baze..."

Deep down in the darkness, Baze twitches and groans. The Mistress fills her--her sex, her mouth, her lungs. The threat that the Mistress gave to her--to be a part of her--it's coming true. The kobold feels the pleasure and the invasiveness throughout her, but she experiences so much more. She is no longer alone. She is no longer her. Around her, many others join in the chorus of delight and terror--those who were thrown in to satisfy the Mistress's cravings, and those who joined willingly to be a part of something greater. Comfort and distress, fear and passion: all of these feelings coalesce into a homogenized experience that can only be felt as a singular sensation: "Mistress"

Baze's form presses against the glass, looking out into the establishment beyond. There, hedonists rut and rave, watching the battle that had been lost with masked faces and drunken swagger. Other naked forms press against the wall along the sides, showing off no individuality, but exposing themselves nonetheless. The gamut of the thoughts wracks her mind--the embarrassment of those uncertain with their bodies, the thrill of those exhibitionists, the sheer terror of those who had joined the Mistress, not of their volition.

A splash breaks through the dark and muddy perception. Arms, not of the collective, wrap around Baze, pulling her free from the sticky edge of the glass. Two forms coated in the all-encompassing embrace of the Mistress flop out to the edge of her pool, coughing and choking, spitting up the delight and the desperation that fills the pool.

Baze shakes the mud from her face to see the pink flecks that poke out from the muddy figure next to her. "Tik Tik!?" She gasps, rolling her over.

She presses her hands against the smaller kobold's chest, performing rhythmic compressions. The little kobold coughs, spitting up the bits of mud before glaring around her surroundings.

"Tik Tik!? What are you doing? I had her right where I wanted her!"

Tik Tik brings herself up with shaky resolve. "Tik Tik... friend," she coughs. "Didn't want lose Baze."

"It is a futile effort," Hanioc responds, waving a hand and freeing the two kobolds of all mud. Tik Tik's throbbing chest mends with no issue. "A waste of your time, and the removal of the rightful victory that the Muddy Mistress deserves."

Tik Tik shakes her head. "Tik Tik no let friends be hurt bad. Want this be fun."

Baze pats Tik Tik on the head. "Hey, now. I fight for fun in competitions with greater stakes than this. I knew what I was getting myself into. You need to relax."

"Maybe," Tik Tik says, looking away. "Tik Tik no know."

From the pool emerges an elfish form, arms draping over the edge. She rests her cheek upon her arm. "That's right, little Herald. This is all a matter of fun. I must admit that Baze's attempt to overpower my will was quite fascinating, if a bit foolish."

Baze smirks and stands up now. "Anyway, now that I faced the slime queen here, I know exactly how to deal with her after the Tournament is over."

The mistress coos. "Oh, you flatter me. I look forward to assimilating you for real very soon, Baze."

Baze doesn't look to the form as she exits the chamber. Once out of sight from Tik Tik and her opponent, the ranger lets out a long, stressful breath, and she leans herself against the wall.

The clicking of high heels gets her to stand back to her confident self. An elf with green hair and fiery orange eyes, dressed in a clingy dress, stops and pulls a smoking stick from her lips. "Well, well," the elf says. "That was quite the show you put on there. Most spectacular, indeed."

Baze narrows her eyes. "I recognize you... from... from the visions in the pool."

"Ah, yes, I suppose at least one of the bodies in the Mistress's collective might recognize me."

"You're a monster," Baze responds.

The elf coos, walking past her. "Not the variety that you hunt, I'm afraid." She says this, tapping the ash of her smoke stick right by the kobold. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to speak to my Champion and prepare her for her next match."