Shel the Orc Gladiatrix

You awake on a cold stone ground, you push yourself up a little and are pleased to find the muscles you've built up over the years still responding to your command, whatever they did to you mustn't have been too bad.

"Tank da gods," you mutter to yourself, only to find your voice a few tones higher and a pair of tusks making speech difficult.

Looking down at yourself in the dim light you are able to make out your new swamp green skin and muscular, yet feminine figure. You are dressed in naught but a loin cloth and some linen wrappings around your chest. Around each of your wrists is a manacle chaining you to the wall.

"I see you're finally awake, Shel," a sultry voice comes from across the room. Looking that way, through the bars that make up the far wall, you see the woman who served you the drink that landed you in this situation, now dressed in a floor length gown with long sleeves, though her low neckline still leaves plenty to be enjoyed. By her side is a man that has more in common with a ball of lard than any member of the human species, dressed in some cheap finery that may fool the peasantry into thinking he was a gentleman.

"It seems you've gotten yourself in a heap of trouble, doll~" the lard speaks. "She had to put you to sleep before she could try for your sale. Fortunately an orc with a bit of a violent streak is well within my wants at this arena, especially when she looks like you~"

To avoid accusations of madness, you hold your tongue on the true issue that plagues you, and instead ask, "Is dis all da comforts I'm ta have?" You cringe at the accent enforced by the tusks and the lingering effects of the potion.

"That's all you get as a starter here," he laughs at his own cruelty, not that you're unfamiliar with the joke. "If you want more you'll either have to win in the arena or provide some... comfort to me and my men."

You take a dry swallow, "Undastood."

"Good girl~" he smiles and laughs as he walks away.

"Enjoy your new life, Shel~" the woman smirks before giving a far more chilling laugh and making her own exit.