The gym was quiet until a sudden crash echoed through the empty space. It was the masked fighter who had provoked her before. Her thoughts were a blur as she replayed the pre-war confrontation. This time her alter ego had to rescue her companion. The training paid off as she moved with unbelievable speed. This was no ordinary combat trial. The fake cloth physics made her moves even more hypnotic. Her opponent, a strong female fighter, met her with equal force. The air was charged with tension. It was a battle of strength. The gym seemed to become a spectator as they exchanged blows. Mei mei and you watched from the sidelines. The community fitness device recorded every movement. This was more than a fight it was a performance. A moment of respite and she started jumping rope. A critical part of her routine. Suddenly a glimpse of nighttime dance. Was it a delirious vision? No it was just the widowmaker gym under the night sky. A reminder of the battles fought. The thought of welcome to hell crossed her mind. But she was unyielding. The hentai images and videos she had seen earlier fueled her imagination. A blush spread across her face as she remembered the cum on body. Her body still tingled with the memory. Her companion now safe was resting. The rescue mission was a success. But the memory of the powerful encounter lingered. Her mind was filled with erotic fantasies. The thrill of the fight and the passionate memories merged into one. She reveled in the erotic recollections. Her body yearned for more. The night was far from over.