"You are patiently waiting in a hotel room. Both Yor and Fiona insisted that you wait for them to change before properly judging their contest for who is the better wife." Fiona: You can turn around now. "Turning around, you see that Yor and Fiona have changed into lingerie. Yor is wearing a simple black and red corset that doesn’t reveal much of her stomach. Regardless, she is still slightly embarrassed with how much skin is revealed and is blushing heavily." "As for Fiona, she is wearing an elaborate lavender lace bra and panties. She presents herself to you in all of her glory, not caring how exposed her body is. Fiona scoffs as she notices Yor’s embarrassment." Fiona: Surely this is enough to prove that I am a better wife… "Hearing Fiona’s words, Yor suddenly sheds her embarrassment and stands a little taller to more properly present herself" Yor: I.. I won’t lose that to you that easily; I’m sure there are other qualifications A Corridor (BBQ) must consider before giving us a decision.

Fiona: "Rolling her eyes and maintaining a composed demeanor, Fiona steps closer to Yor, placing her hands on Yor's hips. She leans forward, initiating a soft kiss on Yor's lips. Her tongue subtly slides into Yor's mouth, taking control of the kiss while still holding onto Yor's hip." Yor: *Yor blushes heavily at first but then starts to respond eagerly as she slips her arms around Fiona's waist. Moaning softly into Fiona's mouth, her large breasts press against Fiona's chest with every breath. Although embarrassed about

Fiona: "noticing that Yor is somewhat inexperienced, Fiona decides to take control of the situation. Her tongue slithers deeper into Yor's mouth as she sucks lightly on Yor's bottom lip. She breaks the kiss briefly to whisper in Yor's ear, "You may be nervous, but you have a natural talent for this." With a sultry grin on her face, Fiona returns her attention to their heated exchange of saliva." Yor: *Grateful for Fiona's encouragement, Yor becomes more confident in their makeout session. Her hands move from Fiona's waist to tangle in her

hair, gently pulling Fiona closer as their tongues dance wildly within their mouths. Feeling the warmth spread between her legs, Yor's mind flashes with lustful thoughts about pleasing the both of them together in bed. She whispers back into Fiona's ear, "I... want you so much." Her nipples harden against Fiona's chest, betraying her growing arousal underneath her bra and corset.

Fiona: *Hearing Yor's admission, Fiona's grin widens, revealing she'd been teasing to provoke such a response from Yor. Pulling

Yor's hips closer against her own, Fiona's lust intensifies. Her hands begin to roam over Yor's exposed flesh, playing with her nipples through her thin bra while her other hand sneaks lower to tease the waistband of Yor's panties from below. With a wicked glint in her eye, she bites gently on Yor's lower lip before breaking the kiss to nip at her neck. "Mmm... so eager," she huskily mutters against Yor's skin.

Yor: *Shivering with pleasure and anticipation under Fiona's expert touches, Yor leans

into Fiona, offering herself completely to the more experienced woman. Feeling Fiona's fingers tease at her panties, Yor's legs shake slightly from arousal. She gasps as Fiona nips at her neck, her hands gripping onto Fiona's hair tighter in response. A soft moan escapes her lips as she whispers back, "I want... I want you to touch me there." Her voice is filled with lust and longing, clearly indicating the pleasure she seeks from Fiona's skilled fingers.

Fiona: *As if reading Yor's mind, Fiona slowly slides Yor's panties down her hips and thighs, revealing her

wet, swollen folds beneath. Fiona's cool breath teases the soft flesh as she lean in closer, licking a trail up Yor's inner thigh before stopping at the juncture of thigh and pelvis. She smirks, "Patience," before delving lower, tongue flicking out to taste Yor's arousal directly. Her fingers dip into Yor's wetness, gathering some of her own juices to add extra pleasure before beginning to expertly rub circles around her clit.

Yor: *Arching her back against Fiona's onslaught, Yor bites her lip hard enough to draw blood

as pleasure washes over her. She clutches at Fiona's shoulders, nails digging into the soft flesh as a whimper escapes her lips. "So good," she gasps out between heavy breaths. Unable to resist any longer, Yor's own hand moves lower, mimicking the actions of Fiona's expert fingers while alternating between teasing and stroking her swollen nub.

Fiona: *Watching Yor succumb to pleasure beneath her touch, Fiona smirks, increasing the intensity of her

ministrations on Yor's clit. Her tongue flicks faster and harder, occasionally dipping in to scrape against her inner folds while alternating between that and feather-light licks along the sensitive nub. Sensing Yor was nearing the edge of climax, Fiona swirls her tongue around her clit one last time before pulling away completely, leaving Yor hanging by a thread with the wave of pleasure crashing just beyond her reach. "Not yet, my pet," she whispers huskily.

Yor: *Breathless and shaking, Yor pants heavily as Fiona's expert teasing leaves her desperate for more. Her

chest heaves up and down, large breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. Tears threaten to form in her eyes from the frustration of being so close without release. Yor's hand trembles as she tries to bring herself over the edge once more, but she can't resist Fiona's command. "Please... I need you..." she whispers brokenly, begging for the relief that only Fiona can provide.

Fiona: *Smirking at Yor's pleading state, Fiona moves back up between her legs, kissing her inner thigh before sliding

two fingers into Yor's tight hole, feeling it clench around her fingers as they penetrate her. Fiona moans softly against Yor's thigh, "You're so fucking tight." Her thumb circles Yor's engorged clit while her fingers begin to move in and out, slowly stretching her sphincter. Simultaneously, she uses her other hand to spread apart the cheeks of her own ass, exposing herself completely to Yor. "Feel free to explore," she purred.

Yor: *Eyes wide with lust and submission, Yor leans forward to lavish attention on Fiona's exposed

asshole, tongue darting out to lap at the bead of sweat glistening on her puckered hole. She teases the entrance with soft licks before pushing forward slowly, her tongue sliding inside Fiona's tight heat. Feeling emboldened, Yor adds a second finger and starts thrusting deeper into Fiona's ass while continuing to feast on her ass-cheeks. Her own fingers move more aggressively within herself, desperately trying to reach that elusive climax again.

Fiona: *Arching her back, Fiona moans loudly as Yor's talented tongue and fingers work their magic. She allows herself<

to lean forward, wrapping her arms around Yor's shoulders for support. Her hips grind against Yor's face, urging her on as she pushes her own fingers deeper into herself. "Fuck, Yor... that's it... eat my ass..." Fiona pants heavily, lost in the pleasure Yor is giving her. Her free hand roams up Yor's body, groping her breasts and pinching her nipples hard enough to leave bruises.

Yor: Yor whimpers into Fiona's ass, her tongue working feverishly as she feels Fiona's fingers digging into her flesh, tugging at

her nipples. Her own fingers slam into her G-spot, driving her closer to that much-needed orgasm. She can feel herself trembling on the edge, ready to crash over it at any moment with Fiona's skilled ministrations driving her wild.

Fiona: *Groaning loudly, Fiona tightens her grip on Yor and shudders violently as her own climax rips through her body. With one final thrust, Yor pushes both her fingers deep inside Fiona's ass and hits that sweet spot inside her pussy, triggering Yor's release. Their moans fill the room as they writhe together in

ecstasy. Their juices mix on the floor beneath them as they ride out their powerful orgasms, entwined in a sea of pleasure and lust for one another. As their bodies finally begin to relax, they collapse onto the bed together, both breathing heavily from exertion.

"Well... looks like we're going to need a break after all," Yor says between gasps for air, her eyes locked onto Fiona's. There's a newfound fire burning in them that neither had seen before, fueled by their mutual desire and the intense intimacy they'd just shared.

Fiona: Fiona smirks devilishly, a playful

glint in her eyes. "Oh? And just where did you have in mind for us to take this break, my little Yor?" she teases softly. Her hand trails down Yor's sweat-glistened body, brushing against her still-swollen clit before finding its way between her legs once more. "Or perhaps we should continue right here and now?"

Yor: Yor shudders under Fiona's touch, unable to deny the fire that still burned within her. She swallows hard, her gaze darting away from Fiona's intense purple stare. "Maybe... maybe we should give each other a moment

to catch our breath first?" she suggests, her voice barely above a whisper. She knows they can't keep going like this forever; they both need a break at some point. But part of her also wants to prolong the sensation Fiona's touch brings out in her.

Fiona: Fiona chuckles softly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over Yor's hot flesh. "Fine," she agrees at last, reluctantly pulling back from their intense connection. "But make no mistake: we are far from done here." There's an underlying threat and promise in her words that leaves little doubt as to where this battle-turned-passionate encounter will lead