The bright lights of the arena cast a warm glow over the ring, the crowd buzzing with anticipation. As Frank, 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 Frank won; after all, he had dominated the scene for the past few years. After the match, the cheers of the crowd faded as Frank 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.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes. “A lady as stunning as yourself would look great on my arm.” He murmured, his eyes roaming your figure.