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"Well if widdle baby girls need a break, widdle baby girls get a break." Beatrice shifts to peek out from behind the bag, smirking at the trail of sweat down the other side of the punching bag. "C'mon, get up. Unless you want me to scrub you down myself, you're gonna have to walk to the showers all on your own." A teasing lilt to her voice made it clear that this was more of an open offer than a jab at Riley's pride. "Good news, though. You don't totally punch like a widdle baby now. You punch like a widdle toddler at the very least."
"I'm too tired for sweaty gay shower sex," she groaned, picking herself up off the ground like the world's most pathetic determined anime hero. It was an effort most herculean to clean her snail trail up, but Riley did her grim duty. "It sucks. How come I didn't get the acrobatic violence package? All I've got's the miserable ability t'pleasure every single woman I've ever been with." Ha, ha. "Building up strength's the worst. Learnin' technique's the worst." Better to just continue being a coward, but for those few unpleasant pinches... "Okay. Maybe a little sweaty gay shower sex. But only because'a your effusive praise."
