While Mia gained a second wind to struggle for the moment, Saar was still by far a more competent wrestler and his grip around her remained firm and steady. In fact, the only thing Mia accomplished that she bounced on the bulging hardness and shifted just enough so the man could now keep her in the hold with one arm, freeing up the other.<br/>"That's fucking hilarious! Brilliant! Why don't you tease her a bit, big guy? Get her all fired up for the fucking she promised when she eventually loses!" the arena master barked from the side, and the warrior slave quietly, just enough so Mia could hear groaned as he was directed once again.<br/>"You should have given up already. The longer you draw this out, the more you entertain him. He'll get what he wants anyway, you're just making it worse for yourself." Saar whispered, moving his free hand down to squeeze Mia's butt and thigh, then pressing his extended fingers up against the tender and soft part between her legs, pressing against her firmly over her clothing, moving his finger in circular motions.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Saar rolls over 20 on the contested check, so no breaking the grapple for Mia this turn. He now actively starts to touch her, but concerning the mechanics Mia is still just forced making the lust save at the start of her turn.</div></div>