"Aw.. No fighting? What about boxing?" Solace leans a little into the Warden as she takes off her shirt, unveiling the array of scars and incredibly defined muscles that interfere slightly with what would normally be an above average appearance, ending up looking fairly average. But, hey, never know who'd be into that in a prison.

"What would make my stay a little more "pleasant" would be to get to fight you in the ring, official and all. You're said to be a skilled fighter, Warren Hunter, maybe one of the best in this prison. If I'm not leaving the prison, I'd love to get a good brawl out of the way where it's not gonna hurt anybody."

"And if you like making shows this much," She gestured around at the crowd with one hand as her other unsubtly removed her pants, leaving her quite bare. "Then what say we do it for our lovely audience here?"

[Hider= DC 13 Sense Motive] While Solace is attempting to appear unperturbed by being forced to change clothes in the open and being called "toothless", a reddening of the ears and slight hesitations in her movement gives away her anger and embarrassment respectively. [/hider]

[hider=Appearance] Appearing at first glance as a fit young Varisian of little deviation from the standard, bronze skin and lithe skin with long straight black hair. However, upon closer examination, she shares the piercing small dark eyes, thin arched eyebrows, and sharp nose of her Chelaxian blood. Her body also goes past the nicely taught but still soft appearance often preferred by men of their women and into sharply defined muscles of a harshly strong fighter. She also holds the appearance of someone who hasn't quite learned how to duck but doesn't quite care, bearing several fresh scars in her flesh, one on her brow, another two in her gut, and one on her upper left arm, in addition to an array of old scars and callouses on her hands.[/hider]