Embarrassed

At the large reptilian woman’s suggestion you blush. “Um… thanks but I’m not a girl, I’m a boy. Theo the rouge.”

Her smile widens, her bright white sharp teeth contrasting against her dark scales. “So are most of my gurls.” You blush more, looking at the nearest server in a frilly maid outfit, giggling as an orcish woman squeezes their ass.

“Oh! Um… still, thank you but I’m here to fight.”

“What a shame. I am happy to set you up after our next match, so in about a hour or so. But tell you what, this is a betting establishment, why don’t we make it interesting. You fight like you plan, and if you win I’ll double the reward. But if you loose, you work two shifts here, still fully paid of course.”

You look back to the server, still talking to their customer normally as if they didn’t have a large hand up their very short skirt. They didn’t seem to mind… you’d make money either way. The only thing on the line really was your pride…

“Fine! But it won’t matter, I’ll win.” You try to cover your embarrassment with bravado.

“Whatever you say cutie.” She chuckles, writing your name on the board. ‘Rouge Theo vs surprise, odds 5 to 1 against’ You didn’t like the surprise, and wondered if the odds against you was do to you being underestimated, or if it was because what you’d face.

She poured you a mug of ale, saying you could drink free till your match. You took it and moved to a seat by the cage ring, trying to calm your nerves as you wait to see a match and what you’ll be doing.