She kept her expression impassive as the privacy bubble snapped off, growling an obscene curse under her breath as the roar of the crowd came back. Vasa touched his fetlock in a mocking salute as he stepped back into the crowd again. The masses parted as he and his entourage made their way back to his "box," a group of seats with the best view. She doubted he paid for them. Men like him never paid for anything they didn’t have to.
She put that from her mind as she continued down to the cage. Once there, she turned to salute the crowd, one fist in the air. It was all she gave them, ever. Even if she didn’t want to, she knew she had to. They were the ones who bet on her, after all, making her popular in the ring. It was a tight, corrupt little loop.
They responded with a roar that nearly r
