Nervousness thrummed in the pit of the boy's stomach as he walked through the corridor, headed right for the bright light. This was it.
Rick entered the arena, waving at the crowd of roaring cheers with the abashed smile that suited him so well. Wearing only a jock strap left almost all of his skin naked and plain to the world, even his buttocks, so no wonder the young man was so shy about it. No one had given him any proper clothes since he'd arrived, as if they were banking on him losing, which would probably help the betting rates enormously. The crowd loved him though, probably enjoying the prospect of a high-stakes gamble, and their whistles and waves affirmed Rick's decision to be here.
Opposite him stood a woman whose name he knew and whose past was completely undisclosed. She looked pretty enough, dressed as if she were simply walking home one night. Was she also a novice here, a nobody pulled into this grand game? He hoped so. It would even the playing field a little.
"Well it looks like they wanted to start things off fair," Rick said with a smile, proudly offering a thumbs up while trying to hide the fact that he was blushing. How could he not, being almost naked in front of a pretty lady? "Welcome to the tournament! Looks like I'll be your opponent today."
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