Draiss made himself a good chair/throne, his elven breeding slut staggering outside as he settled into it, before glaring at the newly created women. "Those who don't have a weapon in their hands and are using it within ten seconds will forfeit their choice. And the arena will get smaller every minute."<br/><br/>Sure enough, at the one minute mark, the arena, which had been nearly fifty feet across, shrunk to forty feet across, likely dumping one combatant into the ooze, which began violating her, her terrified and aroused shrieks providing incentive for the others to try putting their backs into it.