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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 16:26:01 GMT -5
Leona was rather taken aback to be referred to as Beric's mistress and though her first instinct was to protest, she decided it was safer to keep up the pretence.
She looked at him in confusion. "I didn't know women could wrestle," she admitted. She leaned in close and whispered "Is that what the lower class women do with their time?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 16:27:11 GMT -5
"Some," he said. "At places like this. Better than selling their bodies," he explained. "You don't have to of course," he whispered. "This is all for fun."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 16:30:25 GMT -5
"I'm not selling my body," she whispered, fiercely. "But we could watch the wrestling, maybe, And what in the Stranger's name is the pit? It sounds a little scary. Is that where they wrestle?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 16:46:57 GMT -5
"Don't be daft," he chuckled, "of course you aren't selling your body. I am showing you the struggle of people who most never notice. The pit is just the basement," he said. "They do boxing and wrestling and the like there. Seven's sake I don't think you're a harlot. You can fight though," he said, "I have seen how you move. Could be the new champion," he said in his jesting tones.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 16:51:36 GMT -5
"I doubt that," she retorted. "But let's go watch for a bit. I doubt I'll ever come to a place like this again so we might as well make the most of it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 16:58:07 GMT -5
He stands and plants his hand firmly on the small of her back in a possessive way, like they are actually lovers, and they head through a door in the back downstairs. Leona sees a hundred or so people standing. In a ring while four men box in two separate fights. Calls and bets go out endlessly and one man goes down with a hard punch from a giant of a man. The lord looks amused but watches her more than the fights. After a few minutes the other fight ends and a tall, lithe woman comes out. "Who has the guts teh face me cunnies!" She yelled. "Renee is the best and toughest of'em all!" A short stocky women comes out and the betting starts. The silent short girl looks hatefully at the taller and prettier rival.
"Who should we bet on?" Beric asked. As he does, a man accidentally bumps into Leona and his ale sprays over her. Beric doesn't react after establishing there is no threat and the ma. Stammers.
"Sorry!" He said. "So sorry!" His eyes go to her breasts which are quite more pronounced through the wet shirt.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 17:07:56 GMT -5
She looked at the wet shirt in shock then glared at the man. Her outfit was by no means decent now. "Be careful next time," she snapped, pulling her cloak around her to cover her breasts. To Beric she said "I think we should go for the tall woman. And should we have a drink too?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 17:11:07 GMT -5
Beric looked at her then shooed the other man off. "Tall woman it is," he agreed. "Three silver on Renee!" He called and a man took the coins and gave him a marker. "What do you want to drink? Ale is the usual drink here but they have...wine," he said, wincing as he did. "I don't think you'd call it wine though." Leona's ass is slapped twice, once lightly, and harder when she turns to see who did it. "Are you having fun?"
The fight starts and the women begin, gripping each other and spinning to throw. The short woman has a hard time getting leverage but Renee is not as brutally strong as her so it is a stalemate for now.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 17:20:34 GMT -5
She felt uncomfortable in some ways but she was eager to see the spectacle.
"Someone touched me," she whispered, annoyed. "That's improper. I wish they wouldn't treat me like some slut."
Then she remembered that she wasn't pretending not to be a lady. "It just feels...wrong, you know? Nobody touches a lady without permission. Are all common women treated like that? We could have ale. I drink wine all the time," she said. "Maybe ale will get me in the spirit of it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 17:25:34 GMT -5
"People are touched all the time," he confirmed. "You're holding up rather well. No one will do more; they think I'm a gangster," he chuckled. "I do have a purpose being here," the short woman got thrown but elrecovered, "two ales!" He yelled. "Can you use that dagger?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 17:36:37 GMT -5
"Of course," she said. "Jakob would never let me wear a dagger if I didn't know how to use it. Though I suspect he'd rather I didn't wear one at all."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 18:21:28 GMT -5
"Good," the young man said. "It's nice that he has some sense." Their fighter wins. "Nice!" Renee rises to the cheers and looks about.
"Who next?" The ale Leona is drinking is bitter and foamy, and her shirt is chilly from the spilled drink on it. The tall woman walks about, shouting at women and slapping them into a challenge but none answer, then she gets to Leona. "What about you? You look like a fairie, bitch! That hair should be between me legs while her tonguin' me!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 1:09:41 GMT -5
She stared in horror, not entirely sure of the meaning but aware it was not something a lady ought to hear.
"I'm not going to fight you," she said nervously. "Find someone else."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 6:33:55 GMT -5
The woman went to give her a slap then noticed something and stopped. She grunted and moved on. Beric has a bit of a dark smile a moment then turns back to her as a man steps out. The crowd splits, about two thirds cheering and a third booing the fight. He grinned. "Do you see those men over there? With the blondes who don't have many clothes on? They're the reason I come here," he said. "They're real criminals." He drained his ale and got another. "Do you want to go upstairs and change your shirt?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 13:31:16 GMT -5
"Did you bring another shirt then?" She asked. "Are we here to catch rhe criminals?"
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