Adrianna leaned back leisurely against the bars of her slave cell. Though she seemed at ease, her mind was alert, as were her eyes as she scrutinised the proceedings in the arena, waiting her turn. The wind on her bare legs felt shameful, but she did her best to ignore it. After all, it was she herself who had ripped her long skirt short. She had no use for the extra cloth in the arena. Adrianna had also long discarded her blouse, leaving on a plain black corset. Hades was a hot place, and the guards didn't seem to mind her lack of clothing at all, anyway.<br/><br/>Subconsciously, Adrianna began to finger the ankh pendant around her neck. It was a parting gift from her parents, in hopes that she would find an afterlife. Adrianna smiled grimly to herself at that thought. Afterlife indeed! As an alchemist, Adrianna had been condemned to an eternity of burning in hell. It was thanks to her natural talent for seduction and sweet talking that she was here now, given an opportunity to please the great Princes of hell.<br/><br/>She looked up to dais where she imagined the Princes to be seated. Excitement began to fill her, and unable to stand still, Adrianna began to pace back and forth in her cell like a hungry animal. Better to be a slave in a Prince's court than a nobody in the pits of hell...