Layla smiled slightly, nibbling on the end of one of her dark locks as she watched the end of the first match.  The decision came swiftly as the two men battered each other and one became triumphant.  Her dark eyes followed the victor as he walked triumphantly back out of the sparring pit, still breathing heavily, his muscles covered with a light coating of sweat.  Layla grinned mischeviously as she admired him from her divan above.<br/><br/>"Mmm," she murmured to herself, giggled.<br/><br/>Soon, another gladiator entered the ring, this one a woman.  Layla leaned forward, wondering who her challenger would be.