Walking towards the first fight

I left the tent walking slowly into the harsh sunlight with the noise of chatter and tried my best to resist turning around to head back immediately. This wasn't my first time being nude outside in the warm sun and heat, sometimes back on Kephallonia I'd go skinny dipping in the lake. I would always be by myself though, a nice private relaxing dip under the soft moonlight. This experience was anything but calming! There were crowds of finely dressed people in long purple and red robes moving backwards and forwards. And I was completely naked in front of them all! I saw too many faces, way too many and I just had to walk past them as they stared at my oily butt and boobs. My hard muscles tightened as I pushed past two woman gossiping, trying not to slip from the slick oil covering my feet. I cursed; fighting was going to be harder when you couldn't even fully move.

It seemed like not many were even interested in me; there were plenty of nude athletes in the Olympics after all. Still I couldn't resist blushing, especially when I accidentally rubbed shoulders with a fully dressed passerby which happened way too often. My bare skin briefly rubbing against the fabric made me wish even more I was just wearing something. Anything! While people didn't seem to be interested, there was those who stared just long enough to make it uncomfortable. And a couple of finely dressed men suggesting me to deviate from my path forwards towards their private tents. I just tried to ignore them and walk past, the only sign that I'd even noticed them being the blush throughout.

I heard the oil mildly sizzling from the hot sun, now I was going to be sweaty, oily and nude. I sighed loudly, causing a few more glances in my direction. It felt like all the nearby gossip was about me, even though I knew they probably had better things to talk about. How far away was the arena? It felt like nearly a hundred people had seen my naked body at this point. I felt my cheeks heat up as I realised I couldn't even cover myself; that was just going to cause more gossip. At least I was nearly halfway around the world from most people who would recognise me. I really hope Barnabas kept his promise I made him make to stay on the ship along with the crew. I couldn't have them see me like this or keeping them in line would be impossible!

I felt so out of place. Usually I was in battle; actually fighting for my life and committing heroic deeds. Now I was here as entertainment. A little naked Jester to fight for a crowd of rich fools amusement. Well I'd give them a show, I wasn't going to let myself lose a fight here; I still had my pride even if I was walking like a newborn baby through the hot streets of Olympus. It was such an odd sensation with every part of me being exposed to the elements and walking past people who didn't even seem to care that everything was showing.

At long last I came towards the arena and saw to my horror that the crowd was even larger. Of course the fights would be a main event. I saw countless faces and didn't know if I could still do this. I couldn't do this! I wanted to instantly go back to the tent, put on some clothes and sail away. But as I was turning to run I didn't even have time to hesitate as an arena helper pushed me forward and I stood there butt naked in front of the entire crowd. There was hundreds of eyes all rested on me! My legs shook as I slowly walked towards the centre, cringing the entire time. This was only the first fight! My feet uncomfortably moved across the sand below me as I saw my opponent enter...