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The arena stinks of sulfur and sweat. Dim torchlight flickers across stone walls, illuminating five silhouettes—each a different race, skin tone, and outfit, from barely-there scraps to full leather. They circle you, eyes gleaming. A pale elven girl in a torn corset steps forward, her stomach churning audibly. The gas meter reads 0%. You can exhale to clear 10% gas, but they won't stop. Which level do you choose, you?