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Judith Wainwright's thick lips turn up in a confident smile, aimed directly at her newly-revealed feline opponent. “So, Basma, you may have the perverse ability to grope at people through their clothing, but it doesn't make you immune to attacks."

Basma's wide grin only grows, her tail flicking back and forth. “Oh, you liked it. Don't deny it. What was it you said…? 'Not in front of my men?' Maybe I'll take you somewhere more private in this fight, and we can really have fun?"

“You'll have to get close to me again. Good luck with that, though. I can smell your stench from here."

“Well, if I can't surprise you, I might as well get in close to ya!" Basma says this, her claws extending. She pounces, but Judith claps her hands together in a show of submission—not to the catgirl, but to her god.

Claws tear down towards her chest, but Judith's arm catches the attack, or instead, it is the brilliant armor that appears on her arm that does the capturing. With another gauntleted hand, Judith throws a punch at the feline's tits.

Basma stumbles back, holding her chest. “H-hey," she groans. “This isn't fun at all!"

“This is a contest of skill and strength, of sexual fortitude and one's ability to control themselves. We are not some villains, seeking to ruin the fun that degenerates like you enjoy having. But we know that there is a time and a place for everything, and for your unwarranted advances, I will make you pay!"

“Yeah, well, thanks for using unnecessary force, ya creep!" Basma says, her smile returning. “But fine, if you want to punish me, you'll need to catch me!"

With that, she disappears, save for the tell-tale smile of hers. She runs towards the announcers' booth, hopping up on it and then jumping through the courtyard wall.

Tik Tik ducks out of the way of the fleeing catfolk, only to yeep when Judith springs off of the table and over the wall entirely.

“Whoa! Where Judith get skill like that!?"

Hanioc's faces turn towards the outside. “It appears as if the god of justice has bestowed upon her incredible strength. Indeed, she is a divine champion.

The streets of Anteronia can be quite the maze for those who do not know how to navigate them. But, to a kitty cat always up to pranks and sexcapades, it is a playground, especially when she can just run through the buildings. Through various businesses and homes, the feline grabs an item or two. A sex toy here, a tool there—only whatever she can to think of a good counter for the up-tight woman when she exits one building to arrive at an intersection, only to slam straight into the gleaming and spectral armor worn over the judicator's heavy coat.

“Adding theft upon your crimes of groping, are you? That's a shameful display for someone who's supposed to be a champion."

“Nah, I'm just borrowing, see? I'm giving it all back!" With that, she tosses her collected equipment at the judicator's face.

Judith stumbles back. Basma hops to her feet, rushing away from the judicator, but not even the floppy fake dong smacking her face could deter the might of justice. In her hand flashes a spectral paddle. She swings it with a mighty blow, spanking the retreating feline right on the ass just as she was about to jump into the wall.

The shock of the spank disrupts Basma's intangibility. She returns to a fully visible state; only, she's stuck halfway between the wall, her lower half sticking out on the street and her upper body in a steamy sauna. Men sit in there, staring at her with surprise and discomfort. She chuckles and shrugs. “Uh, sup fella-aeeep!"

Judith slaps the cat's butt, having put a sticker upon it, which the sigil of Justiciar She folds her arms and stands beside the stuck challenger, calling out. “See this butt here? This is the ass of a thief and a degenerate. Let the punishment for her actions fit the crime! Observe, as she faces humiliation and just punishment!"

Basma's ears twitch. Three men loom over her. “So, uh, guys, do you hear som…a Aaah! Aah fuck!"

Judith sits on her knees upon the ground, her fingers covered in her spectral armor trace up and down the feline's swollen pussy. “You're an animal, tied to your base animal feelings. If you're going to act like one, then you're going to be treated like one. The only way to relieve your kind of your base urges is to feed the addiction." She presses two fingers inside of her.

Basma's toes curl, and her tail lifts up. Her back arches, and she rolls her eyes back. “Oh,... Oh fuck, C… commander Wainwirght… you're… you're a beast! Aaah!"

The twin fingers pump faster, going in deeper and keeping up a constant pace. “No, Basma, you're the beast. Just like every other beast in this Tournament, I shall vanquish you, and I shall sate those desires so that you may become a productive member of society."

Inside the bathhouse, Basma squirms back and forth, grabbing her head and huffing and crying. “Oh w-wow, her fingers… there's amazing… I … I didn't know I woke up such a… such a sl… aaah!

With a loud cry that echoes out into the streets, the feline cries out and spills out until she slumps into a limp, exhausted lump in the wall. Judith stands up, wiping her fingers off on Basma's butt.

It is then that Tik Tik scampers over towards the situation. A couple other judicators arrive, saluting her. “Commander Wainwright, Sir! What shall we do with this cat?"

“Leave her here for now, until she's had her fill," Judith says. “And keep someone posted to make sure she receives her just desserts. I need to shower to get the stench of sex off of me" She begins to walk off but stops. “Oh, and Tik Tik… don't think that just because you're a herald that we've forgotten about your crimes against decency. In fact, I will find a way to get you, and everyone tied to this affair tried and punished."