The heavily-pierced girl snickered. "Oh, ya plannin' on some..." she said, then produced a series of squeaking, honking and clicking noises. "...in tha back, huh? Well, can' really judge or nothin'. Plen'y o' room back 'ere for ya, if you ca' even move afta' tha fight."
The girl then turned towards the man still taking bets, shouting out: "OI! Kramer! Who's the new chick fightin'?!"
"Fuckin' Sark, lass!"
"Oof. Migh' wanna take a rai'check on tha squeak-squeak, ladies. An'way, I'm guessin' you two can follo' me, then," she continued, gesturing towards the two presumed lovebirds. She then pointed her thumb towards the door that eyepatch had just gone through. "Tha rest o' ya can go git ya seats. Managah seats are at tha front. You'll kno' 'em when ya see 'em."
With that, the girl started leading the way to a set of doors off to the side of the room. It seemed that the crowd was preparing for the fights as well, both the feline compatriot and masked giant having gone inside. The team was splitting up and the mission begins here.
Akel and Prism were led into a brightly lit hallway, several cracks and old stains scattered along the concrete. There were doors on either side of the hall, most marked with number one-through-twelve. One door was marked as 'Custodial Supplies', another remaind unmarked. As you passed an intersecting hallway, the girl stopped. To the left you see a staircase, and to the right - another set of steel doors.
"Right 'en, ova there's tha door to the ring. You're up in twen'y, so don' get too carried away or nothin'. Ya can take dres'n' room ten, should be free tonigh'. Imma head back, got bunch a more fightas comin' in. Real mess tonigh', ya kno'?"
And just like that, the girl was gone. No guards, no cameras, nothing - it seemed that the fighters are given free reign back here. Almost a little too perfect for what they had planned.
The door which Mordred and Rachel would take would lead them into a massive room which resembled a rundown factory assembly room repurposed as an auditorium. Numerous rows of seats surrounded the center of the room, where a massive cage was located - the fighters' entrances seemed to be located where one would have previously found conveyor belts. Set in front of the regular seats were ones which were undoubtedly meant for managers. These were located on three sides of the rom - the one closest to the entrance was currently entirely occupied by one manager alone. It was, of course, cat guy from earlier - while he himself had his arms spread across three seats, every single chair around him was taken by the faunus, all of them in varying states of 'on top of him'.
The next set of seats was mostly free, two of them taken by eyepatch and his companion, a chair remaining empty next to the man. He seemed about as laid back as the cat guy - there was a glass of beer in his hand, though the bowl-cut girl next to him seemed to be eyeing the beverage with distaste.
The last set of manager seats had some room left as well. The large kimono-clad man was sitting in the middle, his two guards at his side. A bottle of vodka laid closeby, but there was something odd about it - as if there was something floating around in it, shapeless and glowing. It didn't appear like he had started drinking, though - the bald man, on the other hand, was already slamming shots.
Mordred remained silent as to not blow his cover. Looks like it would be up to Rachel to lead the way.