"Shame we can't interfere," Audrey mused. "I might've picked him and just fucked him myself to secure the win. As long as I could get him to shut up long enough. Not like he would've said no." She could get off in any number of less than ideal conditions - or fake it if she was getting paid - but when she was screwing for her own pleasure more than cash, she didn't want to have to worry about pretending to care about what he said in bed.
"Probably good in a fight, too," she added thoughtfully. He was one of the ones she'd pegged as fun sparring partners. Or maybe something more serious. She never could turn down an opportunity to see who'd be better in a real fight. She hadn't come across many who could give her a real run for her money - she fought dirty, and most of the men in the house seemed more like untrained brawlers than anything else. Boxers could do serious damage if you didn't have the right training to defend against them, but the sport didn't teach the right sort of defenses for how she fought.