Save Layla

You kind of feel bad, knowing the truth about the fight being fixed and that Owens was promised, it sounds like, cash and Layla, even if she's an unwilling participant. The organizers of the fight or whoever she works for must really have some leverage on her if they're promising her to fighters for throwing a match. You wonder if there have been any other times, although it seems unlikely this is the first instance.

As Owens showers, Layla crawls to her feet and walks slowly back to the main locker room area, still massaging her jaw and looking miserable. Right now, she's a far cry from the exuberant presenter that was full of energy and spunk during the fight.

You decide to rectify this situation, partially because you feel it's a waste for a pretty woman like Layla to be **** to service a brute like Owens. And if she's grateful and decides to show it, you wouldn't complain. Given what you just witnessed, you feel **** to **** yourself onto her or use mind control to subvert her.

Instead, you activate your teleportation ring to return to the arena and grab a pen and a promotional poster of Owens and McGregree. Then, you teleport back to outside the locker room and check to make sure nobody is around before you deactivate your invisibility. You don't immediately go in, choosing to wait for a while to give Owens ample time in the shower. If you had to guess, he probably wouldn't spend that much time washing up knowing that Layla is waiting for him. When you feel like an appropriate amount of time has passed, you enter the locker room again, this time holding the poster.

Your timing couldn't have been more perfect. Layla is sitting on 1 of the benches in the middle of the locker room while a freshly showered Owens who is still dripping with water has returned to the locker area naked and about to go over to Layla. Of course, he has no reason to cover up with a towel thinking it was only him and Layla around. Both of them turn to look at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" you say, pretending to be apologetic. "I just wanted an autograph and they said I could come in." You hold up the poster and pen. Owens and Layla exchange looks and you brace yourself in case Owens decides to lunge at you for interrupting, but he instead grunts and walks over to you, still fully naked and proud of it. He takes the pen and poster and turns around to sign it on a bench, giving you the unpleasant sight of his asshole and hairy balls. As he does that, you look at Layla. "Layla, I'm a huge fan of yours too! Do you mind taking a selfie with me by the ring? That would be really awesome and I paid so much for the ticket," you say.

Layla jumps at the opportunity to escape Owens, practically leaping off the bench and coming towards you. "Of course! Anything for a fan, especially 1 of our high rollers. I'm SURE the higher ups would agree with that," the presenter says, smirking sideways and deliberately at Owens, who gets Layla's not-so-subtle message. He hands the signed poster back to you, and lingers for a while, staring at Layla, before he snorts and turns away to go to his locker. Layla's relief couldn't be more evident as she grabs you by the arm and drags you out of the locker room, whispering in a low voice, "Oh my god, thank you. You have no idea what you just did for me."

You chuckle to yourself and leave the locker room with Layla.