The match takes place in a prop medieval castle hall with connected rooms. Mats line the floors, and the castle is properly furnished. It also possesses a litany of era-suitable "tools" and "weapons" such as manacles, ropes, etc. Opponents start in rooms across an open hall from each other. The winner must force her opponent into her starting room, bind the opponent, and earn a verbal submission.
Arlise Christiaens understood now.
As she paced idly through her starting room - the "Conqueror's Trophy Room," they had called it - she realized how little her earlier struggles had affected her popularity. In fact, if she could judge by LAW's provision of this setting for her and her opponent, she supposed she should consider herself at the height of that popularity. She dragged her fingers softly along one of the trophy room's many props as she passed them - prop medieval weapons, prop pieces of armor, and plush seating suitable for the time. The room, a candlelight-illuminated square awash with wood and red velvet, even smelled rustic, and Arlise wished she could have lived in such a place. The style and furnishing suited her, to the point that in her leotard and wearing her intrigued smile, she surely looked right at home on the unseen cameras watching her pre-match.
Her steps eventually trailed to the more... exciting half of the room. Her gray eyes lifted to again study the features that made this room the conqueror's side of the castle - torture racks, crosses, stakes, and... other devices she could not quite properly name in their native language. She ran her hand over them, too, growing increasingly thrilled that they represented her half of this match and that to win, she would have to bring this knight across the hall - Triin - to this room and... well, make use of these tools.
The entire concept had her entire being aflutter. They had picked her for this setting, to play this almost villainess conqueror, and LAW's fans would not soon forget her participation... not if she won. And Titania must win this one to live up to her name.
Her mind trailed to what little she knew of Triin, planning strategy while she studied how the other woman might look on one of those bondage crosses, when she heard the door click - the signal that preparation had ended and that she and Triin could begin whenever they wished. The prop castle did indeed finally sound quiet, almost uncomfortably so, and Arlise sucked in a breath to gather herself, primped her hair and pulled at the butt of her leotard one last time to free it from her cheeks, and purposefully strode for the door.
It opened surprisingly easily (and noisily) despite its size as she pushed against it, and it released her into the hall to see the open mats, lined by furnishings, before her. She could hear and see the door on the other side of the hall opening, too. While she might have typically snuck a peak to see her opponent emerging... Arlise felt quite "in character." She instead stepped with grace and resolve toward the middle of the room like a would-be conquering warrior heading toward a parley, the turn of her lips dignified, even menacing.
Triin's form became more apparent to her as she neared, but a table full of... what Arlise could only refer to as "torture devices" given the setting caught her eye for a moment and set her mind racing. She caught up with those thoughts almost as quickly as they began. She needed focus. She needed to focus on this... admittedly lovely and quite knight-like woman emerging before her.
Titania scrutinized her. "You look the part, knight," the redhead told her, having to stifle a smile. "But I do not think you will feel it by the end of this."
Arlise
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