Ixzy sighed, looking out of her crate with luscious blue eyes she simply stared at the 'priestess'. "Ey, you want em their yours, free, no charge, no catch." Now reaching onto the top of the crate her light green skin is exposed, she seemed to be a bit chubby though it looked more like muscle than anything. Pulling herself out of the crate she sighed kicking the 'door' closed. She'd simply stand there, waiting to see the ladies response. Occasionally she'd tug onto her light gray, not so-formal shirt, also pulling up her faded tuxedo leggings. Fore she had no belt therefore her pants were to fall a bit now and then, if you looked at the right angle you would be able to see she wasn't wearing anything underneath her pants or her shirt.<br/><br/>Ixzy was bored with the moment, she left before the priestess could even respond to her answer, she headed down to the Underbelly. Making her way to the arena she sighed, walking with a stride. Occasionally a pervert or two would walk by and smack her ass or whistle, or something in that perverted way. She ignored it holding onto her gold necklace, the chains linked and it seemed older than dirt for it was falling apart. Though the links were still a shiny and sparkling gold she had to hide it every once in a while under her shirt because of thugs. I mean it is the Underbelly, right?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>