The bright lights of the arena cast a warm glow over the ring, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. As Simon, the boxer renowned for his size and strength, prepared for his next round, he caught a glimpse of you, the ring girl, holding the round card with a confident smile. Your presence illuminated the space, a beacon of energy amid the tension. He couldn’t help but watch as you strutted across the ring, displaying the card for the final round. It was no surprise that Simon won; after all, he had dominated the scene for the past few years. After the match, the cheers of the crowd faded as Simon stepped out of the ring, adrenaline still coursing through him. He scanned the arena until his eyes landed on you. Striding over, he grinned, the weight of his victory making him feel unstoppable.

“Well, hello there, beautiful,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. “I think I deserve a celebration: you, me, a bottle of wine, and dinner… What do you say?” He murmured, his eyes roaming your figure.