Of course.

"Fuck!" Vilreanne curses when a small stone gets thrown at her leg. "Hey Cock Sucker! You're finally gonna participate in the **** Pit?" Ziel laughs loudly, approaching Vilreanne.

"You won't last a minute there without a dick in you!", "Shut the hell up Ziel! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't do shit!" Vilreanne replies as suddenly Ziel gropes her ass.

"I can't wait to fuck you so hard when I beat you senseless" Ziel smacks her ass, "A-! Hey!" Vilreanne pushes Ziel away, her cheeks turning red as a tomato "What the fuck was that?!".

These two, Vilreanne and Ziel, are long "friends" if you'd even consider them that, Vilreanne, being a girl and such, was always Groped and Catcalled by Ziel,

Ziel and Vilreanne trained togther for a long time under Ziel's father before both of them hit the 18th Year mark, indicating that the two of them are ready for the Arena, also known as the **** Pit.

Even though it was optional, Vilreanne still insisted on joining to stop the inequality Females have been experiencing throughout the recent years when the Combat System was applied.

"See? You're blushing so hard from just me saying that, You're such a slut", "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Vilreanne repeats, shaking her head and cools down a little, adjusting the bandages covering her 33D bust.

Ziel squeezes her left breast, "See you in the arena", He lets go and steps up the staircase into a large hallway, leading into what seems to be where the **** Pit holds Combatants.

"Wait up!" Vilreanne quickly runs into the Hallway as a lot of other Male Combatants stare at her running because...well..Her breasts are bouncing obviously.

Vilreanne stops in the middle of an intersection, confused on where to go and Ziel no longer in sight. "God damnit Ziel" Vilreanne crosses her arms.

"Welcome to the **** Pit, you must be Vilreanne, pleased to meet you", Vilreanne gets startled as a cold hand lands on her shoulder, "Eek-! Don't fucking scare me like that! Who the hell are you?", "I'm only an Arena Guard, Miss, I'll be escorting you to your holding room now", The guard lowers his hand a little too low for comfort.

"I see.." Vilreanne places a hand on her chin, being oblivious to the fact a Guard's hand is right on her ass.

The Guard goes ahead and leads the way, while Vilreanne follows him. Each door they went past had numbers on them, and as they stop Vilreanne sees hers as "31".

"Here is where you will rest after each fight, the Ones In Charge have given every new Combatant a pendant that either teleports them to their respective headquarters, or to the Arena staircase, where you can Watch or Combat other Combatants when it is your turn".

Vilreanne nods to the Guard's statement, already sitting down on the bed provided. "Thank you very much, Sir" She politely says to the Guard, dropping her bags and equipment on the table next her. "Oh yes...There is a payment for participating in the **** Pit." The Guard unbelts his pants, "Oh? Well let me just get my-" She looks up and gets cut off.