Rosa- Spectator
Rosa sipped her Negroni from one of the many theater-booth type sections for the spectators, watching the sands get swept smooth between fights. She was dressed tastefully enough for this high up, but not enough to be advertising (Flesh was sold inside and outside of the ring), a black complex-strapped dress with enough metal bangles on her arms to shimmer and chime as she moved. Spectator tonight, but she was always ready in case she had to go down and join the entertainment. The Boss may need to make a point.
She leaned back and zoned out for a moment, thinking. She wasn't hurting for contracts or money, but probably in a month or two, she should sign up for a few rounds. Her metallurgy made it hard to not overdo it and slice an artery completely open, so it was always tricky to stretch out a fight for show and skill. She didn't want to lose her edge and her cred, fall down to doing wet work at the docks like some hamfisted bravo. And sometimes, someone special popped up that the Boss would want to know about.
She sipped again and idly listened to the babble around her.