"I understand you have reservations."

A mans voice spoke though it was quickly cut of by an irritated female voice.

"Reservations? That's not the half of it, Al. I'm not one of your dolls you can dress up real nice and pass off as a dumb bimbo. You created Majin Hilda, and now you want me to show some leg, and flirt with a possible high ranking business partner?! Why me?"

Yeva was pissed, insulted even that Albert thought this was a good use of her skills. It had been years since she even wore a normal dress, or even thought about make up let alone how to walk in heel?! In her head the man had seriously lost his mind, she was a brute now, her knuckles were barely healed even now and she had a black eye!

The stocky man behind the desk sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Trust me, I understand what you are saying, but this guy asked for you by your title. We need this deal to go through, and there is a commission in it for you. No more foot work, a cushy job, big pay. You'd be a Made... Girl?"

Yeva scoffed and folded her arms turning to the side away from Albert. Tapping a foot as she thought it over. She would have to grin and bear the ridiculousness of some rich snob for just one night and she could not only return to the status of her old life before her parents drove them into the poster family for any poverty campaign, hell she could probably surpass it. She turned back and pointed at Albert in an accusatory manner.

"Fine, if I'm going to do this, you are paying for the makeover."

Albert clapped his hands together once and smiled wide.

"Of course!"

So she got taken to whatever stores she asked for buying a black martini dress, some reasonable strap heels, and went to a specialist for her hair, nails and make up. All completed just in time for the agreed upon meeting.

Pulling to the front of a very nice restaurant she was escorted to the dining table of the most obviously rich and pompous person in the whole place, who got up with a huge smile and introduced himself.

"Good evening, Yeva Magnhild. I am Archibald Resteria Lefalus Emette Biyandaband the Eighteenth."

The man spoke with some odd wave in his voice that must be how the rich and posh speak or something as he pulled out a chair for her at the table. She put on a smile which felt... Wrong, as she nodded and sat down.

"Look Archie..."
She paused and took a breath.
"I mean, Lord Archibald. It is a pleasure to meet you and if we can also do some business in-between the exquisite night you have planned out, it would only be a bonus."

She wanted to vomit, Yeva couldn't believe she once cared about the lives of the people up here. He seemed to be realistically just wanting to have a date of some kind because he remained rather gentlemanly for the meal, it wasn't until he began flirting and trying to persuade her to dance where he began to get pushy. She had to remind herself over and over that it was for the dream, so she finally relented and agreed to dance.

It was there the nightmare began for her. She sucked at dancing and didn't know how to really flirt back with the guy. Though he finally let it slip.

"You know... I saw you fight that day in the pit. When you crushed that mans windpipe."

She couldn't believe it her eyes widened and her body tensed uncontrollably. He felt it and lead the dance. She instinctively felt the fear of that day return at its mention and she looked at him.

"It was an interesting fight to the death."

When she heard it, the words 'To The Death' she knew right away. This guy was in charge of those fights, he ran that whole operation, he was incredibly dangerous. She felt like she had just been sold out. She looked around and there was no one else ON the dance floor, they were standing around it and it felt like the arena all over again.

"Oh don't worry about that, I'm not going to fight you or have you fight anyone. I'm going to offer you an option to come stand at my side. All the money, and control in the world, the occasional fight if you wanted, but you'd bring in new talent mostly. Refill the roster when it gets depleted."

She felt like she couldn't breath, the things he was saying were barely registering. She didn't know what would happen if she said no. Something however did possess her to speak luckily. Maybe it was the liquid courage from the dinner.

"Actually, Archie. I was thinking about the possibility of just running off with you entirely, but hen I remembered I like to work my way up, and fucking my way there doesn't seem fair. I will tell you one thing though, if we can strike a deal for Albert and yourself, I'm sure we can keep your stables full of winning horses."

He seemed impressed and disappointed at the same time. Though she gave him a bit of a grind for emphasis, he had to chuckle.

"Majin Hilda is also deadly with her words I see. Very well, I will agree to your terms. Let us finish our dance and call it a night then."

And just like that she finished the dance, went to the bathroom and had a panic attack.