The taste of ass on her lips normally would make the Ylene horny... and it did, just not as much as usual.  She stood, fixing her hair with a frown, only smiling once she felt it in it's proper place, grinning then.  In Ylene's mind, she'd just won; free advertising of her talents in a lovely demonstration, and all of the monks had seen the woman more thoroughly for what she was.  Really though, sparring only for prize?  Deliberately challenging those of significant weakness compared to herself?  Yes, Ylene figured she'd demonstrated the woman's character for the crowd, she'd find it harder to get a good fight too without going above and beyond, possibly pushing things...<br/><br/>"Well well, where might my lover be..." Ylene wondered, retrieving her stockings and heels from her pack, slowly redressing herself now that she had no more plan to spar here today "I hope she isn't busy soon..."