The arena master considered her words long, eyeing her up and down after withdrawing his hand, folding his arms in front of his chest.<br/>"Well, we have females in the arena every now and then, but one trained to fight is rarer. Still, I have yet to see if you even measure up." he explained. "Normally, misbehaving slave girls are sent here to be punished or put in place to the entertainment of the crowd. If a woman could actually defend herself, well that might leave a different kind of impression with the masses."<br/><br/>The man continued to eye her up and down, now more with a look of appraisal.<br/>"I still need you to go through a demonstration before I put you on tonight's card. You're a pretty thing, even if you don't fight well, quite the eye candy. How about this? You don't have to pay an admission fee, but you got to agree to offer your body as collateral. That means if you lose, you're fucked. Or whatever fucking shit your opponent wants to do with you for that matter. If you win, well good for you. The admission fee will then be taken from your winnings." he offered. "No coin, no negotiation."