The day just gets better

The sound of the water attracts you towards the bathroom, the door slightly ajar, just enough to allow you to peek in.

As you look around, the reminiscence of your sex-wrestling matches is very clear in your mind despite the exhaustion felt in every single muscle in your body. You feel dirty thinking back, and you just want a nice and long shower. But you aren't alone. Someone was already here. And you also remember another thing.

You were clearly in Isabella's room, and she was taking her "victory" shower, humming happily under the flow of warm water, smirking at you as soon she catches your eyes peeking from the door.

She knows what you want, and you both are happy to do it.

You get in the shower with her after only a second of hesitation.

There, both of you could be way more gentle, way more relaxed.

"How do you feel, sweetie?" She asked.

"Like I was hit by a car, but it's strange because I shouldn't be this happy if a car hits me." - You say giggling. She giggles too, and her smile catches your sight.

You can't take your eyes from it, and when she closes her small lips, you are still looking at her, stunned.

She calls for your attention, getting closer and starting to caress your arms and your back with her hands, "cleaning" them with fragrant soap. She whispers in your ear "Remember, you are all mine" without malice, and with a clearly joking tone.

You whisper back, still astonished "...and you are very cute."

She smiles back and you spent another 5 minutes with her, as she teases your body with gentle hugs, small kisses and her hands touching EVERY part of your figure. She leaves the shower before you, so you could finish washing, by giving a happy slap on your ass, smirking and wagging her cute little hips and butt as she walked out of the bathroom, sure you would look at her leaving.

After you finished the shower, you find part of your clothes in a nice suitcase on the side of the bed. You pick some comfy shorts and a standard black tank top, the same tomboy outfit you wear every day. Sexy and simple enough to attract women, scary at the right point to keep cat-callers away.

For seconds, almost minutes, you dwell on the thoughts on dressing a bit prettier for Isabella, but before you can make up your mind, she comes back in the bedroom, already dressed, with a cute white shirt that has a graceful, abstract drawn in black, ballerina dancing in the middle and a little turquoise skirt that didn't even reach her knees.

"Perfect! You are already dressed!" She says in a happy tone, running at you, throwing her arms behind your head and giving you a quick kiss on your lips. "Do you like Ice cream?"

"Hm ... Yes? Yeah" - You say, confused, and a bit embarrassed about how gorgeous she looked with this innocent outfit on. No one could tell she was such a fierce sex fighter right now. She looked so feminine, and you weren't used to that, not even remotely prepared. And most of all, she was being gentle. You expected some Mistress-**** situations for all day, but instead, she was treating you like a friend, being just her, like when you two talked in the gym and agreed on the match.

"YES! Come on then! let's move! I wanna see the Beach House too! and maybe get some tickets for the Main Event tonight! You wanna come?"
You were ready to tell her that she could **** you to come, but you just shut up, fill your body with joy at the sight of her innocent and beautiful smile, and nod, making her even more excited.

She starts to pull you by your wrist and you follow her in the streets of EroFights City.