Return to the lounge.

“Well, hot damn,” Dinah says with a low wolf-whistle as you show up in the prizefighter’s outfit. You shadow-box and bounce on the balls of your feet playfully, showing off for the crowd.

“Is that Velcro?” Melody leans down to examine the hidden straps around the crotch—or at least, trying to look like that’s what she’s examining.

Kayla is eyeing her with a smirk, and doesn’t look fooled at all.

“Yep. It’s for easy access,” Angelica confirms with a mischievous grin that makes Melody blush.

“Been way too damn long since I had a boxing match,” Dinah reminisces. “I’d love to throw down with you sometime, John. Doesn’t have to be in the ring if you don’t wanna, just a friendly spar.”

“You’ll have to try not to bruise me too badly,” you joke, changing back into your regular clothes.

“No promises,” she replies with a wink.

Waving amiably as you part ways, the five of you break off to go find other things to do.