The whites of the tall African woman's eyes were aglow in the starlight, staring up at Sharon as she squirmed underneath her pin. "Vixen?" the woman asked, "What do you mean by that?" There had not been time for the last four girls to receive the explanation of their fates that Angela had recieved earlier.
Sharon looked down into the woman's eyes, still pressing her firmly to the cobblestone street as she raised up her head. "You've been purchased to serve as a gladiatrix in the Arena fights. You'll recieve warrior training just like I did, and the best accomodations the stable can provide for us." She frowned down, "So I don't know about you, girl, but I'm personally up for having a fighting chance at keeping my life and not being stuck cleaning out some fat old noblewoman's chamberpots, rather than just throwing it away."
The African woman gave a growl deep in her throat, her wide dark lips pulling back to reveal white teeth. Sharon could see she wasn't happy -- but honestly, what choice did any of them have? There was no use being stupid about it; they were both slaves, and this mode of slavery was certainly better than most of the alternatives. Sharon couldn't see how it was much use trying to fight the inevitable.
"All right then." Sharon said, gripping the African woman's biceps tightly. "I'm going to get off of you, and we're going to go back and join the others. Do you understand that, or am I going to have to drag you bodily?"
The African woman stared up at her, still scowling. Finally she whispered quietly, "Get off me."
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