The next forty-eight hours bore witness to a grand bout of one against seven, one that saw an invincible figure thrusting and piercing his way to victory. While besieged by devious hands, warm tongues, and sensual screeches, the lone male remained undefeated in his conquest.
The first to tap out was an elf, her glistening bronze skin drenched by a mix of sweat and fluids; she roared out as her body trembled so violently she believed the heavens were calling forth her soul. She lay there in the comfort of those satin sheets as if she was boneless, her semi-conscious eyes suffused with a misty light that dwelled on her recent experience. If the Grey Sands Elves knew that their elected leader was defeated like this, she might never be able to lift her head again. Ai Yin soon let herself fall asleep, drifting off as her body recovered.