Your name is Gneutered. You were given it in the arena as a gladiatrix -- originally as a nickname, keeping it when you earned your freedom. You know exactly one line of work, so you stayed in the same industry. Now you manage fighters.

Business is good. You've been skilled and lucky, with recruiting, training, and coaching. After a few arena events, Marianus, the arena's clerk, offered you a deathmatch against a fighter described as a pushover, against any of your fighters. He was desperate, and you declined, suspicious of hidden downsides. Just because, you coached the pushover from backstage, and she killed her opponent, finishing the fight shaken but unhurt.

As it turns out, the pushover is an aristocrat named Volcatia, betrayed and sold into slavery by her husband and his legal experts, and sent to fight in deathmatches by his proxy. Her family wants her kept safe. Her family has no way to directly interact with the matches. Your services, judging by the pay, are very valuable.

The last series of fights went well, with one minor setback. Antonina and Septimia stomped their opponents into the dirt effortlessly. Slicks, up against the fighter she came in second place to in a free for all at an earlier event, gave her opponent a humiliating thrashing. Eunice, your newest (and privately, most disposable) slave, successfully subdued and refused to kill Volcatia. You attempted to mitigate the damage to your reputation by making a speech opposing Volcatia's entrance in deathmatches, on the grounds that she is an absolute joke of a fighter and should not be taking up space reserved for skilled gladiatrices, most of the crowd was quite displeased.