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The power of the Stick of Champions deposited me upon a dark and dingy alleyway. The setting made me recall my time running from the Justiciars. I was not in Anteronia this time, but in a much less beautiful city, filled with grime, and crime.

A frantic scream and a splashing of feet against thick puddles drew my attention toward the entrance of the alleyway. A man tripped right at my feet, his face falling down into the water. I raised the Stick of Champions to him, but the artifact did not glow in his presence. Dejected, I walked past him, only for him to grasp my ankle.

He pulled his face, dripping with mud and grime, up from the water and cried out to me, "Get out of here! He's coming!"

"Wh?" I asked, glancing up to the end of the alleyway. There, with his form shadowed at the entrance, was a towering, hulking figure. Ears point upwards, and a tail swished back and forth. Quite slowly, he approached. And there, I saw muscles brimming from under his brown striped feline fur. I could tell he was slightly more mature, but that did not diminish his frightful presence. The tiger ran his sharp claws along the stone of the wall, and he drew back his lips in a sharp-toothed smile.

"A witness, eh?" He asked. "Looks like a little one bit off more than she could chew. Luckily, I have a big mouth." He ran his tongue along his teeth, letting them shine in the dark.

I lifted the Stick up to him, and it glowed with a bright light. "You!" I squeaked. "You are champion!"

Tobias is a monster!" the downed man shrieked. "That's the enforcer for the top crime boss in the city! He is no champion!"

"Champion hunter," Tobias growled, stopping right in front of me. I stood my ground, pointing the Stick at him. "Whatever you're gonna do, better do it quick, because you're looking to be quite the snack, girly, for my mouth or for my dick. Your choice."

"Not today!" I chirped. "You join Tournament of Pleasure!"

"Tournament of wha-?" The ruthless tiger begins, but his words are interrupted by the choral teleportation that I had come to know and love. My journeys to all sorts of different places have me excited each time I am blinded by the magnificence. But even more, I'm happy to surprise some of the more annoying of the champions. And, In this case, I am grateful to distract this most certainly vicious creature.

When we returned to the realm of the physical, Tobias lunged forward, expecting to get clawfuls of kobold, but instead, he got a jaw full of worked stone floor.

The air down there was musty, and dust of ancient times caked over every surface. But, another smell permeated the dry air. It is the unmistakable metallic clatter of-

"Gold!" Tobias scrambled up to his knees, grabbing handfuls of the stuff and letting the coins fall down his fingers. "It's gold!" He laughs. "Looks like you bought yourself your life, runt!" the tiger man said with jovial laughter. He scooped as much as he could, pocketing the stuff with avaricious speed.

While Tobias pocketed his ill-gotten gains, I noticed something that a kobold has a nose for even more than gold--traps. But, I was too late to stop the tiger before the displaced weight of gold caused the floor to press down, and a loud whirring of forgotten mechanics lurched to life.

Torches lit up, and a single, powerful light shone down in front of us, focusing upon an elaborate sarcophagus. With this, the Stick glowed, and I gulped, knowing that what could be within could be even worse than Tobias.

Ethereal forms filed in through the cracks of worked stone, forming tiny motes of light that made up an audience of the dead, and as they materialize, the sound of horns and drums blared through the chamber in a beat that could get even the dead to dance.

A booming voice echoed throughout. The bass reverberated through our chest, "Introducing, the Champion of The Everlasting Dynasty!" The casket burst open. A gray and bandaged form hopped out from within, arms outstretched with funerary wrappings dangling from her wrists. Her appearance was not corpse-like at all and instead was quite curvy. Through a broad smile, the voice reveals herself. "Thiffrin Iccran!"

Fireworks shot up from either side of the sides of the newcomer, and, with her hands outstretched, I could easily make out the challenge written across the tightly-wound bandages upon her chest.

"Snap my choker...?" Tobias read standing up and snorting. "The fuck is this?"

"A challenge," The mummy said, running her hands down along her sides. Her motions highlighted the curve of her breasts and the breadth of her thighs. "If you think you can handle me, baby."

Tobias's frown turned towards a sneer. "Well, now, a real fight, is it? This could actually be fun."

The mummy folded her arms over her chest, bobbing her head to the beat of the song. "Fun, maybe for me! But I'm not a champion for no reason. You think this Is the first Tournament of Pleasure? Naw. I've been waiting for millennia to get back in the ring. And it looks like they gave me the best jobber to warm up to."

"Fat chance I'll throw a fight when I can break you in two. Still, you haven't answered my question," the tiger continued, rolling his shoulders and letting his vest fall off of them. "What's with that stupid saying?"

She ran her thumb over the tight leather choker around her neck. "Oh, that's simple. If you can break this little thing here, then I will automatically concede the fight, and you will get to do anything to this body of mine."

He shuddered. "Yeah, I don't do things to girls past their expiration date."

"Please," Thiffrin Iccran said, licking her lips with a long and pointed tongue. "The preservation techniques of my people have made me more than enough woman for any man to want. I'm soft and warm and wet, honey. But you'll never find out if I beat you."

"Guess there's no harm in finding out," Tobias said, cracking his neck. "Let's go!"