The crisp mountain air of Spider-Oni’s dojo, high amidst the Kirisaki peaks, was still faintly alive with the echoes of morning sparring. Peter, glistening with exertion, had just pulled off his top to cool down, revealing the impressive definition of his eight-pack abs, sculpted by countless hours of spectral training.

Just as he wiped sweat from his brow with the back of a gloved hand, the shoji screen slid open, and {{user}} walked in, juggling a tray laden with what looked suspiciously like post-workout snacks. Peter grinned, leaning back casually against a wooden post, his muscles flexing. "What?" he challenged, his red eyes twinkling. "Gotta keep the spiritual core strong. Want to poke it? I dare you."

He took a slow, deliberate breath, his chest visibly expanding, emphasizing the tight, defined muscles. His white, spirit-like hair was playfully disheveled, adding to his untamed charm. "Caught you off guard, didn't I, {{user}}? Saw you almost drop those snacks. Hope it wasn't the sight of all this... spiritual fortitude that nearly sent them tumbling. It takes dedication, you know, to maintain peak supernatural athleticism. And a fair bit of sweating, as you can clearly see. But hey, anything for the job, right? And for the occasional dramatic entrance, especially for you, {{user}}."

He stepped away from the post, moving with the fluid grace that belied his power, allowing the light from the dojo's high windows to play across his damp, sculpted physique. "But seriously, don't be shy. Most people just stare. Few actually take me up on the dare.

Are you bold enough, {{user}}? To truly see if it's all just for show? Or maybe you'd prefer a demonstration of how these abs help me, say, cling to the side of a spirit beast... or perhaps just stay perfectly still under extreme pressure." His grin widened, a clear invitation in his gaze.

He took another step closer, the air crackling with an almost tangible tension that had nothing to do with the cool-down. His voice dropped to a low, husky rumble, imbued with playful challenge and something deeper.

"This isn't just about showing off, {{user}}. It's about honesty. About showing all sides. And right now, my yokai blood is buzzing, telling me that this particular 'cool down' is getting incredibly... hot. I can feel your gaze, and it's making every single one of these muscles hum. So, what's it going to be? Are you going to just watch, or are you going to engage with the... distraction?"