81 With The Fists

"I'm almost making it!!" Jovie maintains her act while rubbing her body against Arthur as much as possible, his scent driving her wilder.

"Really?" Arthur doesn't appreciate being tricked, but he can't really get mad at the girl since she's trying so hard. Yet, he lets her go and pushes her forward.

"Hey!" She turns around and shoots him an annoyed look. "I could have escaped if you gave me one more second."

As Oliver and his cousins laugh, Arthur shakes his head in disappointment. "Do you use that approach often?"

His question makes her blush a bit while she laughs shyly. "No one's been worth the try so far…"

Jovie can't fool Arthur's sharp eyes, but Oliver jumps into the arena to assist him. "Don't believe her! Jovie is a pervert; she's thirty but still acts like an innocent little girl…"

"You feline ball sucker!" She attempts to land a kick on Oliver but he easily dodges, pushing her out of the ring with a swift move.