There were slaves and there were slaves and the only thing the two had in common was that their only purpose was entertainment. Aldora however loathed the mindless gore and maiming of what she thought of as potential diamonds. Even now in her small patch of isolated perfection within the colliseum she looked not to be trifled with. As per the rules she too had to give up slaves for the colliseum games but she wasn't happy about it. Entertainment like this was... animalistic and Aldora hated it.<br/><br/>A slave could be trained to serve in other ways that bloodspilling and she took pride in the fact that most of the princes' had personal slaves she had trained. Sure not all of them were suitable for the task but she believed that with a bit of training and controlled torture, ever slave could be broken and molten into perfection. A prince was a cruel being and only the best of the best slaves would survive them longer than a day. But she could do that. She could train them.<br/><br/>Today she kept some of them at her house. It was a large mansion build in a very earthly style of ancient England. She couldn't wait for the Cataclysm to come and she was prepared. She lived in an earthly house, using earthly things and doing earthly things. The other savages of the Colliseum would have troubles getting used to the subtlety of the human world but not Aldora. At her house she trained her slaves in a very sensible manner. Her hidden side though, lay buried under the house in a basement. Not many slaves had been there and even fewer had come out. It was Aldora's secret room for when she lost her composure. The same composure that made her stand out in the arena now.<br/><br/>She sighed at the cheering of the crowd and knew that probably most of her slaves wouldn't survive. None of them ever got fighting training as she focussed her slaves on the other kind of entertainment, lust and pleasure. She really didn't want to be here but rules were rules. If the princes and the Lord Himself wanted her to be there, she would. Wearing a white gown, she stood out even more and she had folded her wings neatly underneat a coat making her look mostly human.<br/><br/>Being a slave master she had a good view on the field and had a private area she shared with the other two slave masters. She loathed them but she was a woman and she would never show that. They mocked her for not ever producing a winning slave. She knew better though. When the 'two hundred year lost' champion entered the arena with a few mere dogs, Aldora let out a sigh and wished this could be over with rather sooner than later.