Sakaar

Sylvie ran through the portal, clutching onto the TemPad in one hand, arms outstretched as she half-fell into another time and place.

The first thing she noticed was the sound. It was almost like a physical barrier, a sudden cacophony in stark contrast to the quiet little diner she'd been in moments before. The matching rush of heat made her blink, lose focus for a precious instant during the transition.

Something ran into her. Her TemPad shot out of her hand, clattering somewhere on the ground; only then did Sylvie properly take in her environment.

It was utter chaos. At first glance she thought she'd landed in a war, before she noticed the walls - this was an arena. There was a menagerie of species, dozens upon dozens, running at each other with hands and clubs and powers; one of them, a large, rocky creature, had been the one to run into her.

"Hey!" Sylvia said, indignant, before quickly realizing that this was maybe a bad time to draw attention to herself.

An arena, a group fight of some kind, and she was... well she was in the middle of it, still far too naked for her liking. She snatched her arm back, covering for a moment as she tried to look around. The last thing she wanted was for her TemPad to get lost in this melee.

Then she heard the cheers, and realized she'd neglected to notice one other facet of this coliseum. It had an audience. Hundreds or thousands strong, crowded into the stands around the ring, with what looked like cameras hovering far overhead. Her eyes went wide.

She threw herself to the floor. she didn't know if she'd been seen yet in among the chaos, but her pale skin and blonde hair would definitely stand out against the greys and blacks of the other species and their armour. Ducking low, she felt less exposed, using the combatants to hide herself.

That, and the TemPad should be down here somewhere. She looked around, trying to make it out through the barrage of legs, very **** to be out of this particular location.

There! Face hot, Sylvie crawled, doing her best to navigate the chaos.

Someone kicked the TemPad. She muttered a curse, and changed direction accordingly, crawling a little faster after it, when something rammed into her.

She supposed it was too much to ask that she go unobserved. She fell, landing on her back, and immediately drew her arms back over herself to hide her breasts and core. Something mostly humanoid towered over her, faltering as it took in the fact that there was a naked woman in among the crowd of warriors.

Taking advantage of his distraction, she kicked at him; her own strength was clearly greater than he expected. He tripped, and she wriggled away, getting back onto her hands and knees in her pursuit of her only way out. Where had it gone? She swallowed, nervously moving a bit faster in roughly the right direction. The TemPad had been in this direction, the last she'd seen.

She was coming up on the wall of the arena. Sylvie hesitated; on one hand, she would like to get out of the heat of the battle. At the same time, she was using that battle to hide herself, there was no modesty out in the open there.

Though hopefully people would be looking more at the battle than the nothing off to the side. Blushing, she shot out, standing again and pressing herself with her back to the wall, trying to cover with her arms again.

Steadfastedly, she stared at the floor, not wanting to know if any cameras were looking at her. The painted metal was already digging into her butt, and she could do without any further reminders of being seen, or at how she'd just been crawling with her butt up in the air in front of all of them.

Nope, a way out definitely seemed like a better option. Sylvie stared desperately, looking for any telltale glimpse of gold.

There! She saw the TemPad.

And a second later, she saw something twice the size of her stomp on it, leaving the circuitry bare and sparking an instant later.

"No!" Sylvie yelped, and then went redder as she suddenly drew the attention of more of the combatants.

That was her only way out of here - her best way to not be stuck naked in the middle of some gladiatorial show, with far, far too much of an audience. And now it was gone. And she was still here.

She adjusted her arms, but couldn't do anything about her building blush as more and more people suddenly focused on the exposed princess.