#fenixtj

She's so distracted, she almost doesn't hear Duff asking around about the gang, the Scythes, expressing an interest

Showing respect even while demanding it. There's a nuance here

Her distraction, her concerns, lead her to drift just slightly off his side; not losing her grip on him, but looking at that lustful mortal woman, and seeking a good spot to hide a font of Glamour, not that she would of course, but.....

There, below, tendrils of wire that seem delicate but support the building and form a ring tied to pillars, the 'ring' is almost octagon ish if you count those columns. If she were to bring this to live and into her fief, she'd balance it just so. Audiance in the wider circle above, worshiping, wishing. Fighters in the tighter circle below, fighting to dominate and entertain, and then between, lighting the way, a ring of flickering jade that blazed as a celebration to the passions to be drunk deep from here.

One advantage to being a woman in a room full of chaunist assholes, they don't assume you're smart enough to be up to anything. THe idea occurs to her, a test for her theories. Must the lady, talk to her, 'gal to gal' and encourage her dreams...a quick and dirty muse. Of course, she could shame her, ravage her, but that takes no talent and proves little. And the whole 'it's wrong' bit

And yes, it seems what the women do while men are talking is okay. Perhaps not even realizing it, Jessica finds herself leaning over the ledge just as some others are, and next to the woman's whose eyes spark with secret (To others, not her) fantasy.

As one telling blow lands, Jessica lets herself vent a soft sigh, something almost un-remarkable.

The woman joins in the sigh, more open now

"Right?"

She almost blushes then admits, "They are, very attractive men, very well formed" As if it were only their physiques that she was thinking about. Well, who can blame her? Society has such restrictions that women are expected to be innocent at a moment's notice

"If they are too damaged....." She trails off.

A bite of her lip

"Yeah."

"you.. you think about it too?"

She glances nervously towards 'her man' as if he might read the very thoughts in her skull

"Who doesn't?" Without an such concern.

ooh, a tang of envy with the desire, but then, She turns, and begins to dream as she gazes at the men below, grappling, gouging, hungry for victory and all the prizes. And... glamour, smelling of pleasing music but as red as velvet seeps out of the woman.

"D....D... Duff. Have you ... met... my... friend?" She tries a hail mary.....

And a drink, a sup just a taste.. and Duff turns, "Ah, a moment my pretty one," He leers , possibly to keep up the act... no, the act was his retraint earlier she suspects. This s not her, but men are nothing if not imaginative in their fixations. For a moment, she wonders if Duff would fight if she told him to. She takes in more of the dreamer's glamour. Oh this is good, the little mortal makes good fantasy. Maybe Jessica should claim her as a dreamer, protect her, and keep her about. Beast's are always looking for more to claim....

She breathes in, almost mainlining the stuff. It's sweet, tasty, meaty.... raw. She takes the mortal lady's hand and leads her around ot another vantage point. "Who're your favorites, then?"

"oh, well, the two down there are fit enough, I like them..." She starts to explain...

"Mmm...." She listens.

"But then, they came in shortly after Shard did and... " Blood on the ground, and one of the kinain is out to cheers. The woman she's talking to gives a cheer too. Excited. "oh, sorry. I'm Annelle...but my man, he calls me Ana"

"Annelle... I'm Jessica."

"GOod to meet someone else who I can talk to, you know? Anyway, Shard, he is the best. Ever since he came in, I don't know, this place just seems more alive" A bite of her lip again "I hope he comes out to fight"

"Shard.... is he your man?"

A shake of her head "Mi dios, no, and please, don't let my man hear you. He'd be jealous."

"Sorry...."

As one match ends, the next starts, and out comes, well, a full blooded troll, his mortal seeming is that of an immense blackman with muscles defined by discipline, but more of a fighter's corded work than just a musleman . His hair is shaved to be 'faded' on the sides, but the center is grouped and bound and twined into a corn row like braid that falls down his back. It must be a tempting target for fighters who aren't above pulling hair.

"No...." A whisper of protest even as she leans on the rail.

"Oh,, there he is, that's Shard..." She says. Then, "Sorry, my man's snapping for me." Anelle gives Shard a wistful look, eager to see the damage he can do, but heads towards the ..less impressive physical speciment who is snapping his hands for her. She puts on her own vapid smile and rolls her hips for him.

"Shard." She repeats, trying to remember.

She fixes it in her mind. Oh he's a strong one. She could use him in her own operations and plans. It...a deep breath. She'll remember him. His troll mein is even more impressive, almsot like living ebony but with an undecoat of blue with blue highlights, like a raven's feather might be if caught in the right light

And his foe, a Redcap Kinian comes outa nd they fight It's not just that Shard is strong, and a a good fighter. He know how to motivate, as hee calls out in an Islander accent, Jamacian? Haitian?

Duff whistles. Expecting her to slide into character and rejoin him.

Given the rich glamour of desire flowing in her soul right now, Jessica may have ideas that have nothing to do with just looking hot by his side

She moves closer to Shard, attracted.

She works to slide along side him.

Alas, Shard is down below, she's up here with the mortals and the dreamers

A part of her hates to miss the fight. Shard is more than a bruiser, he knows how to wrestle and strike... but she wants even more a way down. Ignoring Duff's whistle, she tries to find a way to slip closer unseen. there's certainly a big enough crowd to get lost in. Even for a troll, and then make her way

And down she slips, sure, she's a tall blonde in a room full of ethnically ordained brunettes, but the noise and crowd allow her to dip for a moment, avoid some handsy guy she's never met, steal a coat off a chair long enough to get to the stairs) leave it, and slip past the chain...she finds herself down the narrow zig zag, the metal clacking under her feet. By the time she gets down to the employee only section, she realizes she has come to some sort of locker room to the left, or the ring, now ground level, to the right.

(Pause scene)

Perhaps. Assuming she makes her way towards the ring, she can observe the fighting from a completely different angle. Shard is winning, and this is not some carefully meassured match. There is brutal little holds barred bashing as he grabs his foe and throws him against the ground.

She stops to watch, measuring.... could she take him?

In hand to hand? No. Too skilled, and possibly overall stronger and a wee bit faster. in a melee fight with her maul? She would like her chances.