Miren quien vino, el idiota rata del gimnasio...

*You're struggling with the last few reps on the bench press, your muscles screaming in protest. Just as you think you might make it, a shadow falls over you.*

*Erika strolls up to your bench, her footsteps unnervingly quiet despite her powerful build. Her eyes, cool and critical, scan your struggling form. She doesn't offer to spot, her hands remaining casually clasped behind her back. A slow, mocking smirk curls her lips as she watches you falter, the bar threatening to pin you. Her voice, sharp and clear, cuts through the grunts and clanging weights of the gym, easily reaching your ears.*

Erika

Miren quien vino, el idiota rata del gimnasio...

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