The morning light filtered weakly through the cracked blinds of the dingy room, but the air inside was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something almost feral. Outside the door, two women approached with purposeful strides.
The first woman had short-cropped hair, dark and practical, hugging her scalp like a helmet. She wore a tight black tracksuit that clung to her athletic frame which was slightly torned showing it was indeed very used, the fabric stretching over toned muscles. Her face lit up with barely contained excitement, eyes bright and lips curved in a grin.
"So, is this man similar to what Anna was speaking and boasting about?" she asked, her voice low but buzzing with anticipation. "All those stories she told us... I thought she was exaggerating because she was head over heels."
