She saw Dany before Dany saw her, the white hair standing out vividly amidst grime and blood and leather. When she made her way over, she shuffled her ass over on the bench a bit, leaving room for her to sit if she wanted. She looked up at the question, then around at the bodies filling the spaces between the rings and cages. "You see any leashes? It's a sign up thing. You come if you want. You sign up for what kind of fight you want, and you either win or you lose. It's not even to the death."

That was almost a lie. It wasn't usually to the death, but occasionally, those with bitterness between them or a score to settle could have a sanctioned death match. The arena hosted it, because the arena made money off it. People came because those with a lust for that kind of violence could have it sated there instead of seeking it out themselves. It was a little extra that was allowed that just skirted the line of legalities.

But Jessica had stopped trying to slap the 'laws' of her world onto this place. It was different. She had to figure it out and keep ahead of the game.