Chapter 19
by 
Kazza
What's next?
Place a Bet
Cassia climbed the steps toward the betting booth, her sandals slapping against stone worn smooth by generations of eager feet praying to Fortuna for a windfall. Her leather purse bounced against her hip, full of coin to wager on the days events.
"Next," a voice shouted a bored sounding voice from the booth's counter.
The futa leaning there was broad-shouldered, her tunic cut low to expose the swell of her breasts. An alpha, clearly, the casual confidence, the way her nostrils flared slightly as she scented Cassia's approach. An odds-maker for the Arena.
Cassia straightened her spine. "I'd like to place a bet please."
"Fighters and odds are on the board." The odds-maker drawled, probably having said the same thing thousands of times over.
TODAYS FIGHTERS:
The Lioness (1:1)
Cunt Breaker (2:1)
The Hand of Venus (3:1)
Sigh Taker (5:1)
White Rain (10:1)