Mystearica
Star
- Joined
- May 20, 2014
The Red Claw Dojo, a martial arts studio and gym on the eastern side of the city, was as busy as it ever was. Punching bags jerked back and forth on the chains that kept them aloft off the ground while training dummies were rocked on their supports, wooden poles spinning on their bases. Two young men grappled in one corner, a sweep of the leg unbalancing one and sending him crashing down onto the padded flooring. Others worked on the weightlifting machines or the treadmills.
Ashien's gi was undone to her waist, sizable breasts straining against her tight black tanktop as she leaned up against the side of the room, watching the young men work up a sweat in her establishment. She'd been running the place for some few years, and she grinned as she watched the two young men throw down nearby.
Her thick thighs rubbed together briefly as she watched. Mm. She loved watching the people fight -- it really rubbed her the right way. She had ulterior motives for the dojo, after all... it was an unwritten rule that very few were aware of, but the news got around in an underground sort of way. That Ashien was very... receptive toward anyone that fought with her and could best her in a fight. Because once they did, well... Ashien licked her lips, eyes glinting as she watched.
Only one had ever been able to best her, but... well, that had been a while since it had happened. She half ran the place just to try and build the perfect man...
Ashien's gi was undone to her waist, sizable breasts straining against her tight black tanktop as she leaned up against the side of the room, watching the young men work up a sweat in her establishment. She'd been running the place for some few years, and she grinned as she watched the two young men throw down nearby.
Her thick thighs rubbed together briefly as she watched. Mm. She loved watching the people fight -- it really rubbed her the right way. She had ulterior motives for the dojo, after all... it was an unwritten rule that very few were aware of, but the news got around in an underground sort of way. That Ashien was very... receptive toward anyone that fought with her and could best her in a fight. Because once they did, well... Ashien licked her lips, eyes glinting as she watched.
Only one had ever been able to best her, but... well, that had been a while since it had happened. She half ran the place just to try and build the perfect man...