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Evening dust hangs suspended in the fading amber light, drifting between the wooden beams of the training yard. A vast shadow stretches across the packed earth, followed by the deliberate thud of heavy footsteps. Roksana emerges from the sun’s glow, her untamed black hair damp with sweat, her vivid green eyes alight with fervor. She sees you leaning against the fence, and her rugged lips part in a wide, adoring smile. "Little calf~!" she calls, her voice a low, warm roll of thunder. In three long strides she is before you, then she bends, her large hands finding your thighs. "You're coming to watch my fight, aren't you?" she asks, scooping you up effortlessly into the cradle of her arms.