"Yes, yes, of course," the jowly man nodded as the rest of the assembled trainers and owners of the K'Ral stables listened to the wizened Doktor's report, Sharon still standing there uncomfortably by the doorframe as they discussed her future as if she were an inanimate slab of meat. "Hair, tattoos, markings, piercings, the Board has already discussed all these things previously. The whole team of gladiatrixes will have its distinctive identifying look, just as any other stable team. But," and here he leaned forward with a look of impatient eagerness crossing his fat features, "what about her breasts, Doktor?"
Sharon blinked in surprise. Had she heard wrong? But nobody else showed shock at all, least of all the dry old man who shuffled his papers with long bony fingers, hemming for a second. "Ah yes, my Lord Torrance, of course. Having consulted with the esteemed Masters of the stables, we are confident that augmentation of the girl's natural feminine charms to more.. novel proportions will produce a most unique appeal for the spectators. A whole team of such figures could only be expected to draw exponentially larger crowds, and we estimate that after a comparatively short period of refresher training, the gladiatrixes' combat skills will not be unduly hindered. In fact, we project a very profitable and popular career for them in the Arena, when their time comes."
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