Diandra doesn't give her opponent even a moment to breathe, let alone catch her wits. With a sneer, she gives the lovely kunoichi a little, lovely kiss on her cheek.
At the same time, Diandra's long, manicured middle finger slides deep and mercilessly into the depths of Rinko's tight, taut pucker, violating her in ways that even training could not fully prepare her for.
The kunoichi let out a sharp gasp as her face flushes crimson, and the dark elf takes a moment to lick her opponent's cheek, relishing in the taste of tears and the feeling of intense warmth from her opponent's shame.