Tasha vs. Elena

Elena couldn't stop herself from smacking into Tasha's feet, knocking some of the wind out of her. She would stagger backward, partly from the blow and partly because she didn't want to engage Tasha on her own turf. Once she recovered, she would try to circle around Tasha to hopefully throw her off as she tried to get up. If she could get a clean shot at Tasha's back or head, she'd move in.

Tasha decided it was best for her to stay on her back now, as she locked eyes with Elena. As she tried to move around, she just turned with her, smirking a little. "Afraid to challenge me at my own game?" She asked with a teasing lick of her lips.

Elena's eyes met Tasha's with a piercing, hungry gaze. She grinned at Tasha's taunt, "A proper mistress knows her limits. I dare not contest the queen's territory... as much as I'd love to see what you can do." She added, seductively.

"OooOOoooh... nice answer... and how flattering." She said, and started to sit back up and pick herself up to her feet. "We definitely should meet later in private." She said, moving back to a grappling stance. "Perhaps a shower stall?"

"A shower stall?" Elena arched an eyebrow as she assumed her own grappling stance and moved to lock up with Tasha, "How... impersonal. But I suppose it would do..."

"Hmmm... well what would you suggest then, Elena?" She asked, before moving in to lock arms with her.

Remaining wary for tricks, she tried to lock arms with Tasha and test her strength against Tasha's, hoping to see if she could overpower the submission queen. "Well, a shower stall does have its advantages but... if I were to spend time with someone as beautiful and strong as you... I'd rather do it in my bed." She winked.

"Mmm... honestly, I prefer spending time with sexy women, such as yourself, in a hot, steamy shower... but then again, maybe laying down in silk sheets would be better for a change... gh." She coos as she struggles with Elena, not trying anything tricky against her. She was far too interested in her to try anything tricky while they were talking this out.

Elena grunted, once more forcing a smile as she struggled with Tasha, watching her carefully for sudden movement. "I begin... to see the appeal of... your way of thinking."

When Tasha saw neither was giving off an inch, she suddenly jumped back, letting go of Elena's hands with a small smirk. "Enough talk for now... it's getting too much in the way of our match."