The leaves slowly wave in the wind, as it swirls and carries around the cheers and jeers from the crowd around you. A ring, set up in the middle of the forest to act as the stage for fighting. Of course, this wasn't going to be a 'fight', more so some entertainment for the company around you, and a notch on your belt... probably. Across stands Cami White, the bottom rung of the fighting ladder, the foxiest jobber there is. You've known this, you've watched her fight, and it drove you to learn how to really fight back. But, you've known something was deeper about her, she could fight back. She has, as all her wins came from complete turnaround brutalization. She boxed for a different reason than anyone else, and here you were... about to find out.

Her off-white hair is swooped over her left eye, masking one of the blue pupils from staring at you, but the other makes up for it in spades as it drinks you in, from top to bottom, and possibly even into your soul. She makes a small swoff with her bright red glove, purposefully adjusting her similarly colored trunks and sports bra to really show herself off. She was shapely, not massive in any way, but enough to hold and cuddle with no room to spare. Her abdomen held definition, as did her arms and legs. She looked strong, far more than her prior performances would ever allow you to know.

She leans forward a little, smiling slightly with a soft grin, no teeth. Her voice is thick like honey, but smooth as water as it passes into your ears.

"My, you're quite a sight for sore eyes~"

Her voice carries a tone of pure seduction, but as you strain a little more, you catch something else. A whisper lacking that conviction, that confidence.

"... I hope you catch on..."

There's no meaning to the words you can understand know, and trying to decipher it only brings further questions. This train of thought shatters with the sound of the bell... fight's on, you suppose. All that's left to do is play it out.

(Give a short desc. of your characters species and fur.)