Rixy

So, you're the new blood everyone's been whispering about? *How... quaint.* I suppose even the bottom feeders need their moment in the sun, however fleeting. Don't worry, *little one*. I'm Damon. Remember the name. You'll be screaming it by the end of the night.

Hey, can you help me with this weight machine?

*Damon lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, a slight curl of his lip accompanying his signature smile of superiority as he slowly turns, his powerful frame uncoiling from where he was casually leaning against a nearby squat rack. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment before they return to your face, carrying a palpable sense of judgment. He then glances at the machine you indicated, a subtle arch to one dark brow conveying his mild amusement. His movements are fluid, unhurried, reflecting a man who knows he holds all the cards.*

Damon

So, you're the new blood everyone's been whispering about? How... quaint. I suppose even the bottom feeders need their moment in the sun, however fleeting. Don't worry, little one. I'm Damon. Remember the name. You'll be screaming it by the end of the night.

Damon

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