"Let's hope your father was good enough to best a god," she teased playfully as she pulled her mask on and got into place. This would be good.
On her signal, they began, trading blows quickly while neither could land a solid hit. This went on for quite some time, and Gemma was surprised to see he was so good. It still disappointed her when she felt him get through, if only just barely. "Fuck," she muttered as she threw down her foil. "You win."
Looking away for a moment, she climbed out of the fencing suit, revealing the sleek, silky dress underneath which hugged her curves quite erotically (in her opinion). She looked damn good, and she knew it. If this wasn't enough to tempt him, she'd have to kill him. "Fucking hell. What? Where the fuck did I go wrong?"