The entire room would be blank at first. You couldn't see anything but white walls, an outline of the arena, and the two doors. As soon as you took a step, however, a chuckle would emit throughout the faceless room. Your foot you took that step with would have a have a glowing magenta glow, the outline growing as it now moved to expand from the bottom to the top of the room. From the glow, a scene painted itself inside the radius the glow was in.
Beautiful crystals of blue and indigo appeared in walls and pillars and poles across the room. Several different shapes and sizes of the crystals floated now in the air, all magenta. The arena was seemingly made of ice, the floors shiny enough to show your reflection. As you looked into it, you didn't appear. A mature looking woman in her late 30's instead came up, a sly, near sultry smile on her face. She had a renaissance outfit on, red and blue coloring it it. A Prussian generals hat is on her head, rose on the top right. She had a scar on her cheek and magenta eyes.
She would begin laughing. Laughing harder and harder until it echoed in the room, feeling like the whole world was pointing at you. A normal person would be a nervous wreck at this point. Suddenly, the reflection turns back to you as the last item in the room forms itself, the same woman on a golden throne with a red carpet attaching it to the battlefield. She would then lower to a chuckle, resting her head on her left fist while a wine glass filed with cider was in the right hand. Her legs would be crossed as a rough, dark, sly, almost sultry feminine voice emitted from her smooth mouth.
"Come for the picture, stay for the fight... shall we dance?"
[Edited by Mikona]