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Being Claimed wasn’t just about preserving one’s dignity; it was about survival.
An idea began to form.
I wasn’t a shapeshifter but that didn’t mean I couldn’t alter my appearance to better appeal to — or repel — the Champions.
Determination took over.
I consulted with the other females who had a much better idea of who was going to win in the pits each day.
When they told me it was likely to be Gnarlak, a Norixian, I had all the information I needed.
I closed my eyes and visualized what such a beast would find most attractive.
I imagined myself as otherworldly creatures, beings of beauty and allure.
I opened my eyes and looked at my imagined self in the mirror.
I grabbed the makeup the females used and painted my face in the traditional Norixian style.
I added sparkling diamond-like particles to my arms and legs so they twinkled and caught the light.
Then I moved for the wardrobes and carefully selected the color I thought a Norixian would respond to most.
I had to change clothes five times and alter my makeup until it was exactly the way I wanted it, but finally, I was done.
I looked myself in the mirror and thought that if I could grow a tail, I would look exactly like a mermaid.
The gasps and awed whispers from the females nearby confirmed it.
I had changed.
Thankfully, Gnarlak did win in the pits and I presented myself on my platform.
He had a slender body, long limbs, and a mesmerizing glow that changed colors with his emotions.
I turned my body left and right to catch the overhead lights, mimicking a female Norixian’s skin when she was in heat and ready to mate.
I elongated my neck slightly, trying to match the ethereal beauty of the Norixian form.
As the Champion entered, a hush fell over the room.
He looked regal, his bioluminescent skin shifting between shades of azure and gold.
His eyes, clear and multifaceted like crystals, scanned the Prize Pool, taking in each one of us.
My heart remained calm as he approached.
With every step he took, I subtly shifted my appearance, heightening the glow, adjusting my form, and mimicking the fluid grace of his species.
It was working.
He seemed intrigued, his colors shifting rapidly — a sign of Norixian curiosity.
For the first time since my capture, I felt a glimmer of hope.
I wasn’t just another Prize; I was the one he wanted.
The Norixian reached out a delicate hand, letting it hover just inches from my transformed face, as if feeling the energy I emitted.
