Grace Patel

Description(Cliffe)
Indian woman that crossed a nearby street and walked  straight up to him. After a couple moments, a look of confusion passed over her olive tanned features, and she cocked her head to the side as she stopped right next to him, her long, braided black hair swung from side to side behind her. John's eyes fell to her large heaving chest as the two of them awkwardly stood there. The great valley her cleavage made glistened slightly with a fresh sheen of sweat, a whole expanse of soft seduction trapped within a dipping sports bra. Below that, her glistening stomach stood completely bare and looked surprisingly smooth, like the muscles in her abdomen had forged a flat, solid wall from all the workouts she had clearly been putting herself through. His eyes dipped one more time as she cocked her womanly hips to the side as the two of them stood there, and he stared for a moment at the skin-tight, ass hugging pair of spandex pants she had on.

The softly smiling face of Grace Patel. She was dressed almost the exact same way that she had been the previous day, the only difference now was that John noticed the ' Gun's Gym ' logo splayed out across her sports bra and spandex pants.

A loud, clearly audible gasp escaped the tanned Indian woman.

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Grace Patel

Level 13, Trainer



HP: 281/346

Relationship: -20

Trivia

 * Her mother calls her Little Bulbul.