Enter the arena (Fem)

You don't see how this could be a bad idea. With some difficulty you climb over the metal bars, using an old unused crate as a stool, landing with a puff of dirt on the sandy arena floor. Warily, you make your way to the centre, climbing up the small podium and standing in the spotlight. Oof! It's really hot! Like standing in an oven. You wipe the sweat off your brow.

The PA system suddenly crackles to life, a horrid scratching static, and a young female voice gradually becomes audible.

"Ladieeees and gentleeeemen!~ Booooooys and giiiiirls!~ Prepare to be outstanded, bedazzled, and otherwise stupefied with tonight's show!" With a tremendously loud series of 'click-click-click', all the lights turn on, and blaring carnival music begins to play. All this simulation is overwhelming, and you cant help but shut your eyes from the light and cover your ears from the sound. All this sound is stupid loud, and even now you see some of the infected coming in through the flap, hitting themselves against the metal bars. Thank god those are there, but how long will they last before they break? The female voice continues to talk.

"Tonight, a young and hapless girl, lost in this topsy turvy world, blindly stumbles into this very tent! She came to see the show, but never in a million years would she realise that SHE is the show tonight!" the voice clears their throat, "Our first performance is what I like to call "Taming the vicious lioness!", starring Hector, "the Beastmaster!""

Just as you're about to shout 'what the hell is going on?!', a portecullis on the far side of the arena draws open. A collossus of a man, bristling with muscles and only clad in a leopard patterned leotard and a pair of leather boots, emerges; in his hand a long coil of brown leather whip. You presume this is Hector.

"I vill tame you, you beauvutiful lioness!" he bellows in an accent you can't put your finger on. He cautiously nears you, and with a flick of a wrist, the whip misses you by an inch, a supersonic 'CRACK!' nearly bursting your eardrums. The infected crowd cheers, their efforts still at getting inside.

Guess you're in quite the pickle.