<strong>Mari&amp;Gabi</strong><br/>The guard follows them and barks.<br/>"You better don't say this to Mr. Nix! He's a very important man!"<br/>It might just be true. Several guards, including a nice amazon gal - who's armed nonetheless, Mari notes while looking at her dress.<br/>And his own table. There are only four tables in all - some guys that look like Italians, Greeks, or something. Some others that look like Japanese, or maybe Chinese. And then there's Mr. Nix.<br/>"Nice outfits", the old man greets them. "If you were going for making an impression, you did, ladies! I'm Mr. Nix, what are your names?"<br/>The amazon on his left smiles. His platinum-blond armcandy, on the contrary, looks displeased to see them.<br/><strong><br/>Sue</strong><br/>The two Latina chicks are approached by a guard of the same man. After a few sentences, they join him at the table.<br/>Sue's gaydar reaches critical mass when looking in that direction, and shuts up instead.<br/><strong><br/>In the cage</strong><br/><em>The amazons in the ring exchange attacks. The lid sings a metal song, as Cherry uses it to intercept the incoming swings whenever she doesn't manage avoiding them.<br/>In the same movement, she makes Flash avoid her own whip, aiming for the girl's face. Flash, however, doesn't carry her name at random, and they separate at distance, looking at each other with new-found respect.<br/></em><br/>The crowd is unhappy at the lack of blood. People so rarely appreciate skill these days!