Trash Talk Outside the Fighting Pit

In the locker room, you change into gear more suited for a Dominate. You throw a leather jacket over a leather bustier that leaves just enough cleave shown to make your future mouth water. Next comes a pair of finger less fighting gloves. Next you pull on a pair of leather pants laced up at the side and wicked looking combat boots with a feminine shape and steel toes. Functional yet sexy. You even place a hard leather whip at your hip. You can't use it in combat, sadly, but that won't stop it from making your victim recoil.

You flip your long red hair while looking in the cracked mirror. You're a bad bitch and you know it. This White Light girl is going to know it too soon.

You walk outside in the waiting area. In the arena, another match is going on. Which, of course, is when someone slips over next to you. Someone slips into the seat next to yours. A woman in a white nightie with her hair in white pigtails.

Is she seriously still dressed like that? This bitch is an idiot.

"You're my opponent, ain't cha?" She takes out a purple lolipop and starts to suckle on it.

"Assuming, you're going by White Light, then I sure am." You give her a soft smile. She's shorter then you. Certainly she looks weaker. More pliable.

"I see. I see." She nods and looks you up and down. Her breasts jiggle slightly as she bounces in places. "You're really, cute you know that!"

"You can surrender now, you know." She blurts out in a sing song voice. "I'll take really good care of you."

You actually laugh at that. She's not lacking for confidence, at least. That'll be fun to break.

"The same goes for you. I would hate to leave too many bruises on your cute skin." You laugh. "It will be much less painful for you if you just kneel to me here and now."

She rolls her eyes and suckles on her lolipop.

"You're being so silly." She giggles. "Why would your Mistress do that? It's okay though. I'm nice, so I like little jokes."

Suddenly, she leans up and plants a kiss on your cheek. Then in a soft, oddly tingling voice, she whispers into your ear.

"Don't worry. You'll listen to me when the time is right."

Then she rises to her feet and saunters off, swaying her rear playfully behind her. You fuzz out for a moment, and by the time you realize she'd gotten up, there would be no point in chasing after her.

You'll be in the ring together soon enough anyway.

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