The Arena was a massive circle, about 100 feet in diameter. Enough room for a battlefield it seemed. The floor was cobbled, the stones broken by trap doors every once in a while. Their purpose was unclear... but as Tashia was standing on one now, they didn't seem to be in use for this battle. The crowd ringed the arena, seperated from the floor by a 10 foot wall. Every 10 feet or so, an armed and armored guard with a spear stood, to prevent the contestants or audience from reaching one another. The Audience shouted. Tashia could hear a booming voice, down here on the floor. Magically amplified. Charms like that were simple, but still incredibly expensive. This place must be making a fortune to afford something like that.<br/><br/>"Welcome valued audience! For todays opener, we have TASHIA! A full figured lass from the Northern lands! She barely avoided becoming another Nexian whore in the slave brothels, I am betting!"<br/><br/>The crowd laughs at this racously, enjoying the spectacle. While Tashia couldn't know it, this was just an opening to the nights events. New fighters never headlined nights. Would be no point to it. Most of them didn't put out much of a show, and were sold off after three or four bouts.<br/><br/>"Who knows, she might have preferred it that way. Nexian women love a hard cock between their thighs."<br/><br/>The laughter ran through the crowd, but in their minds ran the notion of her... serving them sexually... one that everyone found quite pleasing.<br/><br/>(Mental Attack, difficulty 7 against Tashia. Roll Willpower to defend.<br/><br/>Aspect: Imagining Tashia applied to crowd.)