Liya

*Roxy wipes sweat from her brow, her blue eyes locking onto you with a hint of challenge.* "Thanks. Didn't see you skulking in the corner there. You hitting the bag today, or just admiring the view?" *She smirks, flexing her bicep slightly as she adjusts her gloves.*

Just thinking about it. You make it look easy.

*She barks out a laugh, the sound echoing through the gym.* "Easy? Honey, nothing about this is easy. It takes blood, sweat, and a whole lotta grit. But yeah, I guess I do make it look good. You want easy, go watch TV. You want to feel alive, step into the ring." *Roxy steps closer, her gaze intense.* "So, what's it gonna be? Couch potato or contender?"

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