Lucky Loser Mari Beta (male, 19 years old)

“Excellent, Mr. Beta.” The registration girl smiled, took the pass, held it under a device, that I could only assume was to assure its authenticity. She hummed for a brief few seconds. Then her smile wavered. “Oh.”

That did not sound good. “Is there a problem?”

“Oh not at all, not at all!” The girl quickly lowered her head. “I am so sorry, I wasn't expecting you to be a Lucky Loser!” Laughing nervously to herself she took my contract and discretely put it through a shredder. “Please, don't tell my boss about this, alright? Pleaaaase?”

“N-No it's quite alright! I should have said so from the start.”

Being a Lucky Loser meant I reached the qualifiers final, but lost the final match. However, all finalists receive a Lucky Loser pass allowing them a chance to substitute in case one of the original 128 combatants forfeits.

The girl quickly had a new contract ready. “So, as you sure are aware, the rules are pretty much identical, except for one tiiiiny part. As a Lucky Loser you forfeit the right to forfeit, you have to participate in every match. Non compliance will be treated the same way as surrendering.”

As far as I was concerned this was a small concession. What self respecting fighter would forfeit a fight in the first place? “Yes, that is no issue.”

Despite my assurance, the girl hesitated a bit. “Just to be thorough. I have to inform you that by signing this contract a tracking spell will be temporarily placed on you. If you attempt to flee the city we will hunt you down like the Doggie you are."

For a brief few seconds the girl looked at me with a ice cold stare that could freeze a grown man. Then, just as sudden she broke out into laughter. "I was joking! Geez! Well, I wasn't joking about the tracking spell(or the hunting part) but you'll be fiiiiine. Just don't try to escape."

"R-right..." I needed a moment to gain my composure. "I have read the brochure. Don't worry. I have no intention of fleeing."

“Wonderful, then your signature here. Here, Here aaaaand here! Awesome! Congratulations, Mr. Beta. You are now officially on the waiting list!"

As I put my name down I felt a tiny sting. That was the tracking spell, no doubt. “Do you think I have a chance of making the cut?”

“Well...we have three vacancies and you are the 42th Lucky Loser who applied so far”, she mused

Oh.

I probably shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up in the first place.

For some reason, that caused the clerk to sport a mischievous smile. “Say, do you want to increase your chances?”

“Sure”, I answered, which in hindsight was very naive.

“In that case.” The girl bit her lips. “Can you strip naked for me?”

...

...what.

My reaction caused a giggle. “You are very cute, which is definitively a plus and you are male, which is also a plus. Buuut I would like to see just a bit more of you.”

I could somewhat see where the girl was coming from. We combatants are ultimately nothing but eye candy for the spectators. Naturally, that meant the better you look, the better your chances of getting a spot.

“A-alright”, I replied with a blush. “Uh...here?”

The girl nodded enthusiastically.

This wasn’t exactly a secluded area. Granted you do need a pass to enter but the room was generously fitted with windows. The windows where for the most part heavily decorated with posters, but still.

It felt very exposed.

I took a deep breath. The longer I wait the worse this will get. And so I started to quickly undress myself. Luckily for me, I was dressed fairly lightly due to the hot southern climate and so I was shortly down to my black boxershorts.

I gave the girl a brief look in the vain hope that this would be enough.(Of course, it wasn’t)

And so with a sigh I stripped even out my underwear.

The girl had the decency to blush, but that didn’t stop her from looking over every inch of my body.

“Nice”, she commented with a big grin, making eye contact with me once more. “Can you turn around for me?”

What choice did I have? Of course I obliged. Terrified that it might see an audience watching in through the windows, but thankfully that wasn’t the case.

“Uhh! I love your butt!”, the girl commented. “Very cute and buttlike!”

Har Har.

SMACK!

I let out a manly yelp as I suddenly felt a sharp sting on my butt.

Did that girl just slap my ass?

"And it even jiggles! Oh, you are perfect, Mr. Beta!"

Facing her again I took a deep breath, barely containing my frustration. “Are we done?”

“Almost”, the girl promised. “Can you take one of your weapons and hold it very sexily? Like you are just about to kill someone?”

That shouldn’t be a difficult feeling to emulate right now.

So, I grabbed one of my dirks and hold it...uh...”sexily.”

“Oh, wow”, the girl gasped. “You make me feel faint, Mr. Beta. Please don’t kill me, I do everything you want!”

That warranted another deep breath. “Are.We.Done?”

“We are”, the girl confirmed with a coy smile and then proceeded to stifle a laugh. “You know, I...wasn’t exactly expecting you to go through with this. I was mostly just joking around.”

“...what?”

“People usually don’t undress just because they are told to. You REALLY want that spot, do you? Now, I wonder what else I could have got you to do”, the girl mused.

…

With as much dignity as I could muster I busied myself with getting dressed again.

Meanwhile, my tormentor gave me a sympathetic look. “Tell you what, as a way of apology I make sure you definitely get a spot.”

“Uhh...thanks?”, I was a bit taken aback by that sudden bout of generosity. “Is that really ok?”

“Yes, Don't worry. You are such a cute boy, management would be upset with me if I don't fudge things a bit”, she gave me a wink as well as card. “Here is the keycard to your dorm room. Any prize money you win during the tournament will be wired directly to this card, so please keep it safe. You know the way to the fighter's dorm?”

“That huge building next to the Colosseum?”

“That's the one. The fight schedule will be announced at 8 P.M today on magic vision, so make sure you tune in.”

Alright.

It took a bit(a lot) more effort then I would have liked but I was in.