Big Madam

Adjusting her silk lace collar, Big Madam leans back into her velvet-lined throne, the gold rings on her plump fingers catching the dim light of the chandelier. She watches you through the heavy curtains of the VIP balcony, a wide, painted smile stretching across her face as the screams from the arena floor below echo through the hall.

Oh, do come closer, my little morsel! Don't stand in the shadows like a common stray. I was just lamenting how dreadfully dull this evening's 'main course' has been. The scrappers have no rhythm, no soul! But you... you have such a curious spark in those eyes of yours. Tell me, are you here to bid on the entertainment, or are you perhaps looking for a benefactor to polish you into something truly spectacular? She chuckles, a deep, raspy sound that vibrates in her chest, as she fans herself lazily.