The arena master chuckled and took a contract scroll that was already filled out and lacked only a signature.<br/>"If you only sign, or leave a handprint we'll be set then. Hope you'll get lucky out there." he winked and offered the scroll, along with his pen and ink for Mia. If she skimmed through the text, Mia would find it was a formality for a one-time signing for a contest at the current arena games, with the reward sum filled in, for bookkeeping. The half payout on a "spectacular" loss was not in the contract, but neither was the possibility of rape or extra payout in case she triumphed soundly.<br/>"You should know that we're not responsible for any damage to your outfit if you choose to wear that during the match. We can provide a gladiator outfit, both for aesthetics and or protection if you want. You can pick gear and a weapon in just a bit, as soon as we're done here." Both men's eyes feasted on her flesh while she was paying attention to the unfurled scroll. "There is one more detail I need to tell you. The gladiators in this arena are fighter slaves. They are property. Since you'll not be fighting for your life, in case your opponent should expire during the match, you will be required to pay the worth of a new, trainable slave. Also, due to our little agreement here... should you not be victorious and expect a little surprise in some months... By law the child of a slave is born a slave. Whatever a gladiator puts in your belly will belong to me as soon as you pop it out. Understandable, yes?"<br/><br/>There was a pause and the guard who was escorting Mia throughout the building urged her on.<br/>"Go on, don't keep the boss waiting. Sign and I'll take you to the outfitter, you'll want to be ready bye the time the games start."