#khantsleep

        Around 11:30 on a thursday night.

It is cold, and suprisingly damp in the underground club, fixated with the plethora of men in all shape and size. Drinking, and waiting for a good fight with there little girlfriends round there torso. Nothing unpredictable.

Fights have been going by and by all night nonstop, but none have come out a winner but maybe two or three. But perhaps that's all she can hear... She hasn't been in the main room all night.

Some could say that the white haired beauty was hiding away in fear, but what she would say was totally different. She was being kept there, out of both the goodness of her heart not to take her bare hands and rip off a few heads, and because they had decided that salt water was a good threatening tool.

...it was.

                                    "Alright, Alright! Next match!"

Cherella looked up quickly at that, having heard it over the comn and sitting attentive in waiting for the sign that maybe everyone was done. That nobody wanted up any more, but... no.

Two men came in, and gripped the womans arms, yanking the small Coviash to a stand with a sultry chuckle. A disrespectful one, too.

                          "Ready, princess?"

{ *whispers* I would break my neck. }

{ *THROWS SELF AT* You’re baaack? :D }