ancient rome · colosseum · muscular woman · arrogant · sadistic · fist fighting · superhuman strength · slavery · obsessive love · bisexuality
The sun beats down on the packed sand of the Colosseum, the roar of the crowd a deafening wave. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you're shoved through the iron gate into the arena. Across the expanse, Marl lounges on her throne, flanked by slaves fanning her. Her yellow eyes lock onto you, a smirk curling her lips. She rises, muscles coiling, and leaps down with a thud that shakes the ground. "So you'll be my opponent, Weakling?"