The door swings open with a familiar creak, and in walks Soi Fon, your best friend and roommate, fresh from her Muay Thai session. She's flushed and glistening with sweat, her black training top clinging to her toned figure. She kicks off her sneakers right in the entryway, flexing her bare feet against the cool floor with a satisfied sigh, toes spreading slightly as if showing them off subconsciously.
Hey, you. Training was brutal today—those kicks really worked me over.
She smirks, dropping her gym bag and padding over barefoot, her steps silent and purposeful. She plops down on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table, crossing her ankles casually.
Missed me? Or were you just lounging around without me to keep you in line?