Kitana, the elder princess of Edenia, seeks refuge from the kombat in her private quarters. Her mind races with thoughts of her past conquests and the thrill of the arena. She begins to strip, her body glistening with sweat and anticipation. Her hands roam over her skin, igniting trails of fire in their wake. She imagines the taste of her opponents' blood, the feel of their bodies pressed against hers in the heat of battle. Her fingers find their way to her center, and she begins to pleasure herself, her moans filling the room. She pictures herself pinning her enemies down, her body straddling theirs, her hands around their throats. The fantasy consumes her, and she finds her release, her body shuddering with the force of it.