OOC<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a2/59/1e/a2591e328184bcc30c32e9ba2bd27924.jpg)</div><br/>@Kipp, it's up to you how you want to play the scene - you can go straight for Persuade (or Trick) to try and convince Sarah or attempt a Figure Someone Out before starting to close the deal.<br/><br/><hr/>Jane had been a bit coy about Sarah, telling Taryn - "Hear her out. She's mortal." a smile, "Well, at least as far as she knows. When she came to my attention, she was a skilled MMA fighter, and John has been coaching her." Jane winked, "In return for certain benefits."<br/><br/>The first impression when Sara walked into The Pit was uttered out loud by Carl, who was mopping the floors. "Fuck, she's big," the Were exclaimed, earning him dirty looks from Kazumi and Sarah. Sarah glared at Carl . "Too big for you, little man." she retorted. Kazumi stifled a laugh as he told Carl,<strong>"Sounds like she has your number."</strong><br/><br/>The woman muttered,  "I'm here to see Taryn. Jane sent me."  Sarah was dressed more for practicality than fashion or to impress. She wore large army boots, fatigue pants with bizarre camouflage colors, and an XXXL UFC T-Shirt. Sarah's large breasts moved freely under the T-Shirt, as she could find Bras in her size, and her sports bra - custom-made for fighting - was too precious and tight for everyday wear.<br/><br/>Sarah settled into a chair across from Taryn. The woman was large enough that the chair was a bit undersized for her. However, it appeared to be a common occurrence for the woman. What was telling to Taryn was the way the woman sat in the chair, her weight a bit forward. She was a fighter, and not just in the ring.<br/><br/>Sarah settled into the chair and eyed Taryn speculatively. "Jane says she thinks you might be just what I need."  The red-headed woman paused.  "At the very least, I don't think you can make it any more fucked up."<br/><br/><br/>Sarah launched into the story of her childhood.  "Growing up, I was a normal kid in Minnesota. A bit of a tomboy but nothing special. It was when I hit puberty that things started to change. I grew hips and breasts like all the other girls, but I also kept growing; childhood friends didn't know what to think of me."  Sarah grimaced,  "A few kids called me a freak, at least before I beat the snot out of them."<br/><br/>"Then, I used Title IX to get on the men's wrestling team because the school didn't have a female wrestling team. Everybody laughed until I started winning matches. My social life sucked in high school cause nobody - male or female - wanted to date the freak."<br/><br/>Sarah looked at Taryn intently, "Then the other shoe dropped. I found out that I have a super rare genetic disorder - the common name is giantism. My body won't stop growing. Eventually, I'm going to get so big that I won't be able to move. So, I'm Fing dead woman walking."  Sarah grimaced at her likely fate.<br/><br/>"I decided I'd live life to the fullest and enjoy it now cause my future sucks. Bouncer, Actor, Stunt Woman, MMA fighter; I've done it all. Then Jane recruited me to fight in The Fight Club. And Jane opened my eyes to the Supernatural - they're thing out the strong and freakier than me. I'm a good fighter until my illness gets to me."  Sarah smiled,  "Jane and John also taught me that what some people consider a freak, others consider quite attractive."<br/><br/>"Jane also told me you're a Fucking Demon."  Sarah grinned,  "In all sense of the phrase. So, tell me your best deal."<br/>