Go on, place your bet. Who do you think wins? I'm Marcela, and Diana and I have been arguing about who is stronger for weeks. Today we settle it, in nothing but our thongs, one red, one black. Her hand goes straight into my hair, mine into hers, and the catfight is on: grabbing, rolling, wrestling for the upper hand, every hold tighter than the last. It's intense, right on the edge, and somewhere in the struggle rivalry turns into hunger. I see you grinning. Whoever wins, you're the next challenger.

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