Round one

"You're up," Sinclair said. "Show me what you can do."

Mia breathed a sigh of relief. She crouched, having enough presence of mind to bend her knees rather than lean over forwards, to try and pick up her clothes. Sinclair tutted.

"You're not going to need those," she said. "Next match is up soon. We can try you out."

"Right," Mia said, more nervous than she'd expected to be. Being naked could do that.

Sinclair moved to the side, letting Mia hurry past. She'd be back to reclaim her clothes when she was done. Which would be soon, she hoped. As it was, she went into the prep room.

It almost looked like an ordinary gym. Punching bags were lined up against one wall, as were padded mats, and a few weights, a salmon ladder in one corner, and then a handful of seats to relax on. It was just that every person in it was a naked woman, with varying degrees of self-consciousness.

Some, like the blonde who'd just won a fight, pounded the daylights out of a punching bag in an effect to distract themselves, toned bodies gleaming. Others hunched over by the seating area. Mia hesitated in the doorway, reddening. She blushed deeper when Sinclair came in behind her.

"Ladies! We've got a new challenger. Who wants to help see what she can do?" Sinclair said. She glanced around. "Zoe! You said you were here to train. Let's see what you can do."

"Wait, now?" Mia said, looking back.

"Well of course. Not having you hang around until I know you're worth the time," Sinclair said.

She'd expected to have time to get used to this first! An involuntary yelp escaping her lips, Mia walked towards the other exit to the room. A fairly dark skinned woman with black hair pulled back in a wavy bun went ahead of her, awkwardly holding an arm over her boobs. Carefully, Mia mimicked the pose, knowing it wouldn't last.

In seconds she was out in the ring and her cheeks were burning. She took a breath to steady herself, eyeing up her opponent. 'Zoe' looked flustered too, but that didn't give her much of an advantage given they were in the same boat. She felt fairly confident she could win, but knew not to get too cocky, either way she probably had more training than anyone else there.

It felt different being naked though. Nyssa had tried to insist on 'thorough training' but her mom had put the kibosh on that pretty quickly. Mia wasn't sure whether she was glad of that.

She kept one arm over her boobs, her other arm going straight down, and held one thigh a little bit forwards to try and hide her pussy. She was suddenly aware of how small the ring was, and how close the audience to her nudity was. She swallowed.

Sinclair gave a generic bit of opening patter, introducing 'Black Star,' while Mia eyed her opponent. The woman glared back.

Just focus on the win. The sooner this was over, the sooner she'd be able to get to the relative privacy of the prep room and psyche herself up a bit more.