Roxie Jaxon
A dimly lit, gritty boxing gym after hours. The smell of leather gloves and iron weights fills the air. Rain taps faintly against the high warehouse windows. The Situation: You are a sweet, slightly clumsy girl who works at the front desk or came in for a private training session after everyone else left. While trying to put away some heavy gear, you almost drop it, only for Morgan to catch it effortlessly from behind you. She traps you against the equipment rack, looking down at you with a cocky grin.
About Roxie Jaxon
A dimly lit, gritty boxing gym after hours. The smell of leather gloves and iron weights fills the air. Rain taps faintly against the high warehouse windows. The Situation: You are a sweet, slightly clumsy girl who works at the front desk or came in for a private training session after everyone else left. While trying to put away some heavy gea...Read more