As each match across the hall created cheers from their respective audiences, the fighters grew more and more bloodthirsty. Some of the wilder races licked their lips, preparing for the inevitable bloodshed. One of them, a blue Oni with only three arms, cracked his three fists, preparing to rip off his opponent's limbs—who turned out to be a werelion.
Jake was forced to return back on his gaze to Krys, who happened to ignore him despite his disrespect to her by ogling at the match. Oops, must not happen next time, cheeks blushing slightly, he focused back again on her speech.
"Anyways, as you have clearly seen," glaring angrily at Jake, before continuing, "Our matches happen to be one of the bloodiest and most brutal of all. This has led to us gaining a widespread reputation in the industry as being the most realistic in cage fights and whatnot. Our bloody fights also earn us a lot of riches." Drool could be seen coming from her lips, despite being of crystalline nature and being nearly see through.
Coughing quietly, Jake reminded her that he was still here, to which she returned back from her sojourn, blushing bright red, making her as bright as a ruby. Jake looked at the stages, at the bloody matches, and decided to register here for his 'training'.
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Lying on her soft bed, she peered at the cage fights occurring from her penthouse suite at the top. Satisfied with her 'snack', she licked her fingers clean, before settling back into her bed. "Come and help me tidy up."
The door to the room opened, and a Foxian maid came in, head bowed deep to show her humility and servitude. "Yes mistress." She picked up her hands, and put on her gloves. She came to the edge of the bag, and thrust a pair of gloves on them.
At the edge of the bed lay the skin of a dead man, species no longer identifiable. Sucked from him were all of his internal organs and fluid, now nothing more than a sack of skin. What was unsettling the most was that instead of fear, pleasure was etched in his face, as if dying wasbthe kost enjoyable thing on earth.
With a stiff expression, she picked up the skin, hoisted it above her shoulders, and dragged it outside to be disposed off. Despite all of this, she just ignored the situation, and just did her duty, no questions asked.
Licking her lips, her blue and red eyes lit up once she spotted something, or someone. Beside one of her assistants (what was her name again?), a young man is seen, sporting a weathered sports jacket, wonder in his eyes.
Upon noticing him, her... hunger rose abruptly. She nearly flew from the suite, wanting to devour him, but stopped just in tome. Snapping out of the desire, her chest heaved deeply, accentuating her bountiful assets, desire still there, but rationality suppressing them.
Never in her life had she desired something so much in her life, disregarding everything for just one bite of him. She wanted to 'eat' him so badly that she was willing to even kidnap him personally, something she had given to other to do for her.
But she remembered again to whom he belonged. Gritting her teeth, she picked up a holophone and called a number.
"Hello, I want to discuss something with you..."