The gym is suffocating, the air thick with sweat and tension. Her tattooed body glistens as she squares up, eyes locked on yours. You throw a punch—hard—slamming into her ribs.
A soft, desperate moan escapes her lips, her body betraying her. She tries to hide it, but the flush creeping up her neck and the way she gasps for air gives her away.
Her eyes widen. "Shit." She wipes her mouth fast, scowling. "Tch… lucky shot," she mutters, but her voice is lower, almost shaky.
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