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Sitting in the middle of a huge room, a female figure with a unique dress style sat on a large, fine fur throne. Her torso was covered by a tight, black tube top over a crimson bikini top, crossed over the front of her neckline. Her left arm had a sleeve of woven dark leather, connected at the wrist and above the elbow. Her right arm was strapped in a similar fashion, only a white silk cloth replaces the leather. Her pelvis was cover by tight gym pants, only just covering past her ass. A half skirt, made of dark blue silk, edged with dark leather, comes down past her knees over the top. A pair of black army boots, strapped loosely with silver buckles, run up most of her shin.
He green eyes were dull at the moment, staring over a list of twenty people. It was a ladder of the twenty most skilled in existence. She had just entered as the nineteenth and wanted to advance as quickly as she could. The challenge had already been made, and she was waiting for the opponent. A small breeze blew through the open window to her left, the only lighting in the entire place. It was completely empty bar the throne the woman sat it. A large set of double doors was what she was pointed towards, reaching a height of ten feet and made of a dark hardwood. She looked towards them, brushing her jetblack fringe out of her face, sighing as she waited.
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Conditions: Win.
Arena: A simple wooden room, with a window and door, inside a large mansion.
He green eyes were dull at the moment, staring over a list of twenty people. It was a ladder of the twenty most skilled in existence. She had just entered as the nineteenth and wanted to advance as quickly as she could. The challenge had already been made, and she was waiting for the opponent. A small breeze blew through the open window to her left, the only lighting in the entire place. It was completely empty bar the throne the woman sat it. A large set of double doors was what she was pointed towards, reaching a height of ten feet and made of a dark hardwood. She looked towards them, brushing her jetblack fringe out of her face, sighing as she waited.
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Conditions: Win.
Arena: A simple wooden room, with a window and door, inside a large mansion.