>>20721665Soon enough, the referee stepped over, holding the title belt toward Duna, offering her a hand to help her to her feet...a hand that Duna ignored, snatching the belt away from the official, clutching it to her chest. With a wide, maniacal grin spreading across her face, the Queen of the Beach tilted her head back, and for the first time in a long time, she began to laugh, a genuine, joyous laugh. It began soft, and then grew in volume, louder and louder with each passing second.
Priscilla's reign was over! The Queen of the Beach had won!
There wasn't much else she could do. She was exhausted, sweat was rolling down every curve of her body. She didn't quite have the energy to move, to stand, but she could certainly bask in her win, enjoy her hard-fought victory.
And she could laugh. After all, she was the goddamn Queen of the Beach. Who was going to tell her to stop?
