He reached into his overcoat and produced a badge. Michele had not had any dealings with the law before but knew her situation was perilous.“I just ...want to go home,” Michele implored.“Well that’s all well and good but it’s obvious to me that you are a man dressed as a woman. You’re in the street of an affluent neighbourhood; do you have a legitimate reason to be here?” he asked.Michele knew she was in a precarious situation; she couldn’t say that she had been at Dr Stephen Mortlock’s residence. Signora had a number of exclusive food shops around this richneighborhood of Milan where her domestic stuff, (Conchita and mepresently) could go and get provisions without paying, since the billwas settled later electronically by Signora's private secretary,Signorina Bonifacio, a young woman in her early twenties, certainlyyounger than me and Conchita who treated us in a very arrogant way likelowly servants.I was about to go when Conchita stopped me rather abruptly, "You forgotsomething girl,. Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger. Shay was the new kid there, and just 20 years old ... but he was an astonishingly beautiful specimen of male anatomy who could easily grace the cover of a fitness magazine. He was 6’1”, a natural blonde with fabulous blue eyes, a cuter than cute face with a killer smile, and ... an absolutely incredible body! He clearly loved working out, and had gorgeous, perfectly-proportioned muscles everywhere, a ripped washboard 8-pack to kill for, and was also very tan, though a lighter shade where his.