There was Wei-Ling, raised up on one arm and holding her positively beaming sword aloft, and within her reach was Ophelia the White, standing on all fours with her bottom slightly arched, and her blue eyes dilating with sudden realization of her vulnerability. The ass that had only moments earlier been extolled as height of Western pride hovered in front of Wei-Ling's eyes like the target of the century, and it suddenly seemed perfectly within reach. (Patreon)