"Your first challenger tonight is a little pet of mine I call Minnie," the gypsy says, letting the rodent down into the cardboard arena. The mouse is covered in a soft carpet of gray fur and sports a thick layer of fat across her body. Her face is covered in scratches and scars, no doubt the results of previous battles. The beast hisses as you lock eyes.
"Isn't she a fat little thing?" The gypsy taunts. "Minne was like you, once. A jerky young teen who didn't know how to treat this Madame with the respect she deserved! Now she spends her day as one of my gladiators, munching on little people."
Roselle reaches into her desk and pulls out a matchstick. She drops it at your feet with a snicker. This must be your weapon, you gather. A piece of wood to fight against the teeth and claws of a giant mouse. Still better than winding up as mouse fat, you wager. Taking the stick from the floor, you ready yourself for combat. Minnie charges, her teeth bare.
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