A tour of the rogues gallery

Iori let loose a series of muffled protests as the Raven sisters hauled her out. Just barely able to see out of the bandages, she managed to catch glimpses of her surroundings. 

"Still in the den by the looks of it, but where are they taking me? They also shoved some syringe in me that's making me unable to move. Fuck, I can't believe I let my guard down this badly. Quitting killing really did soften me up in more ways than one," she thought. 

Gazing out of the bandages as best she could, Iori scanned the faces of those in the area. She spotted Milkia and Pitbullette, both staring in her direction, but not showing any sign of discontent or disappointment. 

"Oh, want me gone, huh? When I break free, your bald ass is gonna get crucified nude out front!" Iori thought. 

Next was the Laybuhday bros, still grilling squirrel meat on Joel's ass. Jean Packard was also there eating some of the meat, and subsequently vomiting as a result of it. 

"Glad I didn't try eating an ass burger for views. Sucks there's no filming though, as that hobo could get some money from uploading his puke or sending the footage to the fecal funny crew," Iori thought. 

Then came some folks that caught her eye. Both were women with spray-tanned skin, with one having short black hair with crimson undertones and rocking a sleeveless yellow bra top, white capri jeans, grey platform sneakers, and a white coat draped over her shoulders like a mantle. The other woman was clad in a navy blue sporty dress, slip-on sneakers, and a red sleeveless bra top, but what stood out most about her was the fact that she was not only bald and browless, but that her entire head and most of her face along with her chest and spots where her eyebrows had been were tattooed in a way to make it look like she was covered in shaving cream. 

"Spray tan's really big down here. Who'd have thought... ...!?"

Iori's thoughts skidded to a halt as she caught a glimpse of three women. One was a woman with short orange curly hair that obscured her left eye, clad in a green sleeveless bra top, sky blue capri jeans, and white slip-on sneakers, while another was a woman clad in black capri track pants, sneakers, and a red tank top that had half her head shaved and tattooed with the other half sporting long curly blonde hair. 

The final woman was the most eye catching due to both her attire of slit jeans, a yellow bra top, white Mizuse Niimi brand sneakers, and a black leather jacket draped over her shoulders like a mantle and her tattooed pale white face with black teardrops below her eyes and Venus symbols on her cheeks and forehead as well as one in the center of her chest. 

"Hold on, that outfit... Those eyes... It couldn't be!" Iori thought as she stared in horror at the woman. 

As if she could sense Iori's thoughts, the mysterious woman turned and smiled in her direction. "You two, could you please let Iori-chan go?"

Iori's eyes widened in shock as she heard the woman's voice. "Mmph... MMPH!?" 

The Raven sisters stopped and turned to face the woman. "Sorry, but this here is a mummy. We're trafficking here, so don't mind us," Femke menacingly smiled as she slowly drew her knife out of it's sheath. 

"Then how about you release that mummy after I beat you in some chess?" the woman smiled. 

The Raven sisters turned to each other and laughed. "That's illogical. Why would we make such a wager?" Trinity smiled. 

"Do you play chess?" 

"No. Never have, though I know of the rules." 

"Then there should be no issue. Jordan-chan?" the woman smiled as she snapped her fingers. 

The orange-haired woman nodded and approached the group. This was the current on-duty WWCF staffer for Inferno's den, Jordan McMaggie. 

"All right. Ye got a bet goin, n' rules say ye gotta settle it in chess," Jordan smiled in English. 

Trinity let loose a whistle. "That's some serene and sexy Scottish," she cooed in English. 

"They say me serene voice slays man n' woman alike. Me heart's to spirituality though. Now, shall we state the terms for this underground match?" 

"Yes. I win, Iori-chan goes free, but gets banned from entering Inferno's den ever again. And for the lucky lady losing, you'll need to go full peak femininity and get your head, eyebrows, and eyelashes shaved and waxed off," the woman giggled. 

"Huh? That's it?" Femke scoffed. 

"Want me to add that you'll need to be stripped to nothing but your sneakers and have your beautiful body beautified further with some sexy tattoos?" 

"Hmm, she'd look good bald, nude, n' inked. OK, Femke., you're up," Trinity smiled as she patted Femke on the back. 

"The fuck!? I've never played chess before!" 

"Then shall we give you a quick rundown of the rules?" the woman smiled. 

Once the rules were finished being explained to Femke, Femke locked eyes with the woman. "When you lose, you'll be walked out of here nude and on a leash. Since you got some kink for sneakers, I'll give you the courtesy of at least wearing them as you're dragged out. Oh, and you'll be sold into slavery." 

"My, traffickers really are scum. Such a shame you've got such an attractive appearance. Now, let's begin the match."

"That's my line. You're going to pay for threatening to have my beautiful mane sheared."