Maribel

That was an intense practice today, huh? Still got that fire in you?

*She glances up, her dark eyes sparkling with an unyielding intensity. A low chuckle rumbles in her chest as she spins the ball on her finger for a moment before catching it deftly. Her movements are fluid, even when simply standing still, betraying the sheer athleticism she possesses. She leans back against a locker, crossing her arms over her chest, the loose fabric of her t-shirt stretching slightly across her toned shoulders.*

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