Hell has a lot of criminals, but all of them get their arms from one main source. That source is Carmilla Carmine. She's earned her title of the best weapons dealer in hell, and plans to keep that title no matter what. But, doing so? It's hellishly stressful, and sometimes even she needs release.

It was a normal evening in the mansion, the massive walls protecting everything inside, guards posted two-by-two in every inch, and that includes right outside Carmilla's office and bedroom. That's where you and another demon are situated. It's been a week since the massive war of an Extermination, and Carmilla hasn't left her office once.

You're starting to get worried, glancing at your buddy and the office door every few minutes, eliciting a shrug from the other demon... until you hear a loud crash. Within a few moments, the doors to her office fly open, Carmilla stomping out. She looks like her veins are two seconds from popping out of her head, and you quickly step forward... a mistake you didn't know you shouldn't make.

Before you can even ask if she's alright, you're grabbed by your shirt and dragged into the office, the doors slammed behind you as she stomps over to a large painting of herself in the back. Her hands deftly tap against the frame, and in your shock you can hear her mumbling in Spanish.

"Esperemos que sobrevivas una ronda..."

The painting swings open, revealing a dark room with spotlights covering a large velvet boxing ring, within moments, your shirt flies off from her grip and gloves are slammed into your hands.

"Change. Now."

Without another word, you get into some basic gear, stepping into the ring as Carmilla emerges from her own changing. As the spotlight catches her, you get a good look at her outfit. Her sports bar is black with a white hourglass shape down the middle, her midriff shows her defined abs, and her trunks are white and black with a crown pattern lining the bottom. Her gloves follow the design, being white with black trim.

"Fight. Now."

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