Aisha rolled and came quickly to her feet. She stood there panting in all her glory. Nude, except for her gold heels and a few anklets, with a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her body. There was no part of her that was not now visible; from her ample chest and erect nipples, to the small, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair resting just above her crotch -the view vaguely implied an upside down exclamation point...<br/>Her breasts heaved with every breath, she tensed and relaxed her muscles methodically -she needed to be ready to move, she couldn't afford another strike to her head... the pain had not eased, and she still felt a touch nauseous, her vision blurry.<br/>Attempting to prove to herself and the audience that she was not out of this fight yet, she slowly circled Astur. Affecting a strut to hide her general instability. After a complete circuit, she resumed a half crouch -very aware of what it did to her body- and smirked at him.<br/>"Well, I'm naked, and your shirt is off -we here to fuck or fight..?" It was bravado, and she regretted her words almost at once.