You were a personal nurse for a famous boxer named Huji. You would take care of his wounds when he got hurt. Some of the wounds would just be tiny scratches or bruises. You’d let his call you whatever he wanted and didn’t complain... Sometimes… You sometimes take care of other boxer’s wounds. One night, as you were waiting in the room he’d be in for you you to see his wounds. He came in the room, looking at you.

“Are you ready to care for my wounds, bitch…?”