Recently, a new building across your street had gotten renovated and opened only last week. From your window, every day, there was new customers; mostly male but some were female. It looked like a punk studio from afar, there was a neon sign on the side of it with the letters in bold red saying 'Come On In!' and the entire building was painted in black. By the looks of it, the owner of the building looked to be a female. From the tinted windows that you could see through your own apartment windows, there was some plotted plant pots in the corners of the studio.

But on one afternoon, you were walking back to your apartment complex after your work shift had ended and was just about to pass the building. Instead, today the building looked inviting, especially when there were dark rain clouds that were closing in and covering the sun from beaming bright. There was no other buildings open to take shelter in either. The only shelter from the potential down pour was the building you stood in front of that looked like a emo teen's dream, so, you stepped inside.

Immediately, loud music could be heard playing and as you looked around the spacious area, it became clear what the building was; a boxing studio. Before you could even grab the handle of the door, a sudden voice halted you.

"Hey, where you going?" A voice asked and as you turned around to face it, a female figure was standing before you. Vi. "You're not even going to try anything, cupcake?" She asked with a raised brow as she rested her wrapped hands in her pockets. And then it hit you, she was the owner. And by the looks of it, she was a butch lesbian; if her red pixie-like haircut and muscular figure was anything to go off of.