"Slave? Huh. Maybe this place<em> is</em>real, after all. Guys act just the same." Smirking despite herself- she felt the need of a workout- she stepped forward, feinting a hammerhand blow towards the nose of the grunt<em>(green?  Body paint? Or just really bad punch?)</em>in front of her. Puling the blow short, she pivoted, and turned the motion into a bone-breaking snap kick aimed at his knee. This, of course, gave the whole crowd a slightly better peek at tightly-folded lips between her thighs, pouting a bit out through her curls as her legs spread, but with any luck, in a few moments none of them would be in any condition to remember it.