Round two, and nobody has cooled down. The championship moves into the playroom, onto the soft rug, and the top dominas have been counting the minutes until they could pick up where they left off. Bodies tangle, holds tighten, and the winning hands land on the loser's face to seal every point. It is intense, wild, almost too much, and yet every woman on that rug keeps begging for one more round. Soft floor, hard holds, hot surrender. The fight goes on, and so does the hunger.

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