You elected to approach the raven-haired player, curiosity piqued. You hadn't seen much of the match, and were curious as to what she was like—was she the reason Jyotsa's team won the match? Was she a mediocre player whose victory was in spite of that? Was she kind? Bold? Sadistic? Foolhardy? Sexy—well, the answer to that was a clear yes, as you approached the seat she had chosen to rest in. Your eyes remained transfixed on her body; her beautiful brown eyes, the nipples protruding from her voluminous chest, her toes tapping against the condo floor, the slight pulse of her labia between her muscular thighs... a labia that you found yourself right in front of, having climbed up to rest before it in your enamored stupor.

This was a bit of a dangerous situation, even if you managed to get this close to the athletic beauty without her noticing... Would it stay that way, though?