Klonk! A golf ball-sized smooth wooden sphere hit a small cup and knocked it down.
"Another miss!" a gyaru-type girl announced from a stage to those further back in the large crowd that gathered around. She then went to pick up the cup and put it back upright precisely on the spot marked by a white outline made with chalk on the stage floor.
The young gyaru was very curvaceous. Her giant boobs threatened to escape the white shirt that could barely contain them as the upper buttons held on for dear life. A loose string in the place where a button should have been indicated that it was a losing battle, not that any of the men (and several bicurious women) complained about the amount of exposed cleavage.
The long, curly golden hair, sun-tanned skin, and heavy makeup added to the bimbo image that the gyaru woman embraced with pride. Each time she spoke she took a confident step forward, showing off her thick thighs. She often turned around toward a different part of the audience, to make sure that nobody was left without her face and voice for more than half a minute. More importantly, with each sharp turn, her dangerously short skirt flew up, granting a marvelous panty shot of her black thong, front and back, to the entire crowd.
Just a few feet from the gyaru girl sat the woman who just launched the ball from her exposed pussy.
"Damn it all!" the woman cursed the missed opportunity and grit her teeth. "One more try!"
"Sorry, but no, can't do!" the gyaru girl winked and pointed to the long line of women that started from the steps to the stage and ended somewhere deep in the crowd. "Next! Hurry up, hurry up! You don't want to miss the opportunity to fuck the eventual champion, right?"
The woman grumbled as she pulled up her shorts and walked off stage, past the next challenger who was already taking her place, and pulled another wooden ball out of a large barrel that the gyaru girl guarded carefully, even if it did not seem like it.
So many people were captivated by this strange event that many did not even notice how Beatrice passed their backs, guided by her masked escort.
The succubus noticed an ample supply of alcohol: mugs and barrels of the stuff. She promptly used it to wash her hands and face after the battle, using the best destinfectant she could have under the circumstances. She even filled a separate cup to rinse her mouth. Ugh, Beatrice grimaced. The liquid was not exactly high-grade cognac quality.
"Come on, ladies! You've got to try harder than that!" the gyaru girl tried to rally the participants of this weird attraction after another failed attempt to land a ball in the cup which was barely wider than the ball itself. "Young miss… Gamma is waiting for her lucky winner! Lots of guys are counting on you to land the shot! You wouldn't leave them blue-balled, would you?"
Beatrice looked at the stage again and, indeed, saw another familiar face. "Gamma", or rather, Galla, sat in the corner of the stage, wearing barely anything, tantalizing the guys in the crowds by imitating giving a blowjob with her hands and tongue.
"Ha! As if they care!" a couple of spectators laughed. "They just want that big, fat, Number Seven dick!"
"If you're so sure he'll win, how'd you end up here, with a loser's ticket stuffed in one of those balls?"
"Ha! I didn't! I just came for the show!"
"Oh yeah? Show it then!"
"As if! So, you could steal it?"
As Beatrice walked forward, those that were less distracted by the various entertainment did notice one of the winners of the first round walk past them but seemed to know better than to try and approach her. The black mask with red flame painted across it seemed to command a whole different level of either respect or outright fear compared to those among the staff that worked among the spectators.
But even if no one dared to touch Beatrice or so much as get in the way of her or the masked man, it did not stop several guys from making rude gestures with tongues and fingers as Beatrice passed them, nor did it stop a few other men from asking Beatrice to show her titties.
"I've got a ticket with your number on it!" one man shouted as he waved the small piece of paper. "I'm counting on you!"
"I promised my girl to shave my balls if you win!" another one revealed. "Fight on!"
"As if! That bimbo can't even figure out that she's supposed to suck a dick that's presented to her"
"Bwahaha, that's right! The dick is supposed to do the impaling, not the other way around!"
"Last month a similar-looking woman got gangbanged by eight men and three women!" someone from the crowd shouted. "She totally loved it, by the way! So, you could always try that strategy, haha!"
Beatrice rolled her eyes and wondered if it was worth wasting a Skill Point to enhance her voice recollection just in case she ever got a chance to have a "talk" with some of her fans later.
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