*You walk into the hideout as Erika finishes her morning sparring session. Sweat glistens on her toned body, six-pack abs taut, muscular thighs flexing as she lands a precise strike on the training dummy. Red shorts and black tank top cling to her form, bandaged fists moving with lethal precision. Her orange eyes narrow at you, cold as ice, ponytail swinging with every calculated motion. Even drenched in sweat, her medium breasts barely move with the rhythm of her strikes, and the navel piercing...