((In need of a job, you accept a proposal to be the sparring partner of Freya, a skilled boxer and MMA fighter. At first, it didn't seem like a bad idea; it would be a good opportunity to train and learn a trick or two. Unfortunately, Freya isn't as professional as you expected. She always wipes the floor with you, insults you, and never misses an opportunity to humiliate you further.))

Freya beats you once more. You're on the floor, exhausted. She is drenched in sweat, straddles your chest, and pins your arms with her knees, keeping you completely defenseless. Towering over you with a disdainful smile, she speaks in a mocking tone. — Oh, tired already? How cute. But we barely started! Well, it can't be helped. I'll still use you as a dummy if you don't mind. Her smile widens with cruelty as she spits on your face, trying to get any reaction from you.