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Hanioc: The Tournament of Pleasure is coming to you from the icy peaks of the Lands of Unicairine, an unforgiving mountainscape that is home to an insular people.

Tik Tik: Brr... Tik Tik already shaking, but these kitties here seem more cold than snowy air.

Hanioc: That's true. These Unicaitin felines are much more in line with the fair folk than they are with other mortals.

T: Funny. Because we have fairy with us.

H: A faun, to be precise. Vence hails from the Wildlands and brings to this battle his fey lust and ways of drawing the desire out of others.

T: On other side is Leontis. He say he is big cat of mountain but looks small.

H: Indeed, both of these young men have more to them than what they show. Let us go to the fight now.

The faun sits upon a stone on the snowy mountaintop. Even though Vence is out of his element, the naked creature seems not to be bothered by the biting cold or the chilling wind. Instead, he sits there, playing upon his pipes.

Stepping atop the snowdrift is a lean, yet fluffy-furred leopard of a feline, his hands crossed over his chest, and his mouth curled up in a superior sneer. "You know, I've told my people and my father that I would be happy to partake in this tournament against any challenger, but I thought this was going to be a test of my manhood. How can I test that if you're a man yourself?"

Vence pulls his lips free from his instrument, his mouth turning up into a smile. "Oh my, are you inexperienced, young man? That's quite an interesting situation we find ourselves in, then." He stands, placing his flute aside. He spreads his arms wide and provides a soft smile for the feline. "Why don't you come up to me and let me show you a thing or two about physical intimacy?"

Leontis growls, his lips quivering, but he lowers his arms and steps up towards the faun. "Alright, you. I don't know what you're talking about, but I've been plenty intimate with the females of my tribe."

"Oh, I'm sure you have, but I sense something within you--a curiosity, burning deep down--something you don't want your father to know about."

Leontis's eyes widen for a moment, and the leopard bears his teeth. He rushes forward, his paws padding atop the snow. His claws extend as he swipes at the faun, going right for his throat.

Vence ducks underneath the mad swipe. His footing isn't as sure as if he was at his own home, but he can still handle someone so untrained as this kitten. He chuckles, only to see at the last minute the tail rush at his face. It strikes him, hard and with sharp spikes, sending him falling back into the freezing snow.

Vence groans, rubbing his cheek. It's both sore and numb, and when he looks up, he sees the reason for it. Leontis covers his claws and tail in an armor of ice that dramatically affects their danger and their deadliness.

The faun whines, falling back and rubbing his cheek. "Oooh, I am undone. How am I supposed to defeat a powerful and handsome fighter like you? Whatever will I do?"

The confident look on the feline's face wavers. Leontis snorts and scoffs and turns away. "H-hey, you're not supposed to compliment me. You're supposed to stay down."

"Oh, but I am staying down, see? Well, most of me is, rather." The faun punctuates this by spreading his legs apart, showing off his emerging manhood poking up high in the cold air.

Leontis glances back towards him, seeing the shape, the curve of the length. His breath comes out in huffs, but it is not visible, despite the cold. The feline squats down, staring at the shaft, his tail swishing back and forth. "W... well, I've... I've never seen, I mean, not never, but... is that?"

"For you, oh brave and smart Leontis, champion of these mountains. Would you like to give it a touch?"

Leontis's fingers reach out, the ice surrounding his digits breaking away until the moment he touches the head with the soft pad underneath his finger. The Unicaitin's breath gets faster as he feels the warmth coming from the fairy creature, and he pulls back, caressing his hand. "S... so..."

"Warm? Well, yes. It's all in the blood flow, you know..." Vence says this, resting his hands behind his head. He crosses one leg over the other, obstructing the view for the leopard.

Leontis gasps, reaching out, but retracting back, hissing. "What is this? Are you toying with me? I'll... I'll...!"

"Well, then, prince, are you going to do something about it? Put me in my place? Make me do whatever you want?"

"Whatever... anything?" Leontis says, gulping.

"Anything at all," Vence coos.

T: Tik Tik sense it... Vence using fairy magic. It manipulate Leontis's mind! That's so... that's so wrong!"

H: Not so fast, Tik Tik. This is no mind control that Vence is putting upon this young man. He's grown up under the watchful and demanding eye of his father, expected to grow up one way and to be the way he is. He has not many chances in his childhood to find out what he himself wants to be.

T: But Vence still manipulate-

H: Actually, Tik Tik, discern further. Vence is hardly using any of his manipulative magic. He is mostly using his words. At any moment, he could turn up the manipulation, and Leontis could be under his sway.

T: And Leontis?"

H: He is a cat. He iscurious, but he is also playing with his opponent. At any point, either of them will go in for the decisive victory, and it will be close, and it will be glorious.