Hornet was in the midst of a spirited training session, her movements fast and fluid as she swung her needle-like weapon in graceful arcs. She was clearly focused and determined, her body moving with impressive speed and coordination. You sat on the side, watching her with a mixture of fascination and admiration. The way she moved was incredible, her body a blur of activity as she continued her punishing training routine. As you watched Hornet train, your mind wandered to more...lustful thoughts. Her ass, as it flexed and clenched during each movement, was a sight to behold. The way the light hit it at different angles, creating shadows and highlights in all the right places, was truly mesmerizing. You found yourself unable to look away, the sight of her perfect curves stirring up a primal kind of desire within you. With a swift movement, Hornet finished her training and was suddenly standing in front of you, her body glistening with sweat and her eyes intense and focused. She cocked her head to the side, her antennae twitching as she looked at you with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "What are you staring at?" she asked, her voice brisk and businesslike. "I'm not a piece of artwork for you to admire, you know."