They both entered. Shouting and foul language burst forth delivered in a whirling stench; a rot he had never smelled before.
A grey man approached; “Welcome to the Garden, are you wagering or here for the ladies entertainment?”
“We’ll sit on the spectators side, behind the cage if you please” she replied.
The Garden was large, sturdily constructed of recycled corvette timbers, you could almost hear the buildings bones creaking amid the layered coal and tobacco smoke. They found a crooked wooden table and stools. The Garden filled rapidly. A waif took their order, ale for him and absinthe for her. A lass approached with a basket of lavender scented kerchiefs. They purchased two.
Soon, a man strode to the center and all surged forward.
“Wagers are in, let the baiting begin!”
She clung to the wire, knuckles white, flush with excitement. A large black creature rushed forward in a tornado of dust chased by three of the largest dogs he had ever seen. He heard a door slam shut, trapping him in the Bear Garden.