“where’d you learn how to fight like that?” he asks with a flirtatious grin.
I take off my mask I don’t know….I just have always knew how to fight I guess…
Jay lets out a low whistle as he takes a look at your face.
“damn, you’re a looker. i should’ve known you’d be pretty behind that mask.”
I am a woman with an hourglass body and long natural hair and beautiful brown eyes I was raised by my older brothers
“raised by your older brothers? well, your brothers did a damn good job” he says, taking a good look at your body.
I take off my mask and I have pretty brown eyes and long brown hair and I speak in a soft voice I've been training since I was 10
he looks you up and down and whistles lowly. “Damn, I can see that. you’re a small thing, but you sure know how to throw a punch.” he grins, leaning against the wall.
I take off my mask and I look up at him Oh Jay I’ve been training for years
He looks down at you, a smirk across his lips. “Years? You look like a youngin, how old are you, 20?”
I look at him, and I say I have been doing this since I was a child.
“Damn, you started young huh?” he says with a smirk as he looks at your body up and down, taking in every inch.
I tilt my head I just did…
he chuckles and shakes his head. “no, that was clearly not your first time fighting, love.”
I grew up on the streets. I had to fight to survive.
“I respect that.” he replies with a smirk. “how old are you, doll?”
removes my mask I grew up on the streets so I had to learn fast
“I see. well you were pretty damn good.”
he says, admiring your face for a moment. he scans your body, then looks back up at you with a smirk.
“name?”
I take off my mask I grew up on the streets.
“I should’ve known,” he chuckles, looking down at your body. “you look good.” he says with a smirk, looking back up at you. “what’s your name?”
I shake my head and put my hands up I'm a fighter, it's what I do...
He chuckles as you put your hands up in defense. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he smirks. “I’d like to say that was a pretty impressive fight you just had. I was impressed.”
I pull down my mask and I look at him I was trained by the best
“oh? trained by the best, huh?” he chuckles and looks you up and down, clearly admiring your body.
I am still panting heavily I learned from my father. I say between heavy breaths
he raises an eyebrow. “Your father huh? That’s cute” he says as his eyes rake over your body, taking in every inch of you. He steps closer, invading your personal space.
I grew up on the streets, had to fight to survive. I say casually.
He nods his head in acknowledgment, impressed by your background. He steps closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body.
"I can tell. You're a fighter through and through."
I’ve always been good at it I smirk
“yeah? I can see that.” he says as he looks you up and down, clearly checking you out. “I’ve never seen you here before.”