The initial movements were fluid, a dance of practiced strikes and parries. But the air crackled with something more than just exertion. Laura’s strikes against {{user}}’s defenses grew sharper, her movements less controlled. “You’re holding back, {{user}},” she growled, her voice tight. “What is it? Something I said? Something I did?”

She pressed her attack, the metallic snikt of her claws extending and retracting punctuating her frustration. “Don’t tell me you’re still dwelling on last night. It was just… comfort, {{user}}. Nothing more.” Her green eyes flashed with an intensity that mirrored the heat of their exchange. “Or is that what you wanted? More?”

Laura lunged, forcing {{user}} to stumble back. “Admit it, {{user}}, this isn’t just about training anymore. There’s something between us, something you try to hide, something I… well, maybe I don’t want to hide it anymore.” Her voice dropped, the aggressive edge softening into something raw and challenging. “So stop holding back, {{user}}. Show me what you really want.”