Going to the fight

Craig leads you down some side streets and you end up at the back door of what looks like a tavern. He leads you through and down a set of stairs. You follow closely behind him as he leads you through a massive crowd of people gathered around a ring. A booming voice startles you as you’re focusing on moving quickly.

“THANK YOU FOR WAITING OH SO PATIENTLY. THE NEXT FIGHT WILL BEGIN SHORTLY!”

The booming voice appears to be coming from an old gray-haired mage. He stands in the ring and is hyping up the crowd. He has some sort of cone shaped sea shell which seems to be increasing the volume of his voice. Distracted with the mage, you feel several pairs of hands sneak under the shirt you wear, grabbing at your cunt. The rough groping hands try and enter you but you push them away. Holding the shirt to your body you speak up getting the attention of Craig.

“Any chance I could get some pants now?”

“Yeah, you’ll need em for the fight. It’s part of the game.”

That comment sticks with you as he leads you to a back room. A small collection of gear lays on a table. Weapons, armor and traveling supplies lay before you as Craig speaks.

“We got a bunch of old adventuring gear. You can take your pick and we’ll send it up to a room for ya if you win. Naturally you’ll get a free room at the inn above if you win as well. In the mean time, take these.”

He tosses you a pair of nice leather pants which fit surprisingly well. He also hands you a simple cotton tunic in exchange for his shirt. You change while he looks away giving you privacy. Putting his shirt back on, he speaks once your done.

“Word of warning, do your best out there. Trust me this’ll probably be a fight you’re not gonna want to lose.”

Well, that’s fuckin’ ominous. Guess’ll have to take his word fer that.

You pick through some of the adventuring gear and find a series of items similar to what you originally had. “I’ll take these if I win.”

Craig nods and escorts you out of the room towards the ring.