"Heh, so is this where you practise?" Nikita's snarky voice echoed while walking down the hallway of the Iron Fist Gym's basement levels.
Selene and Risa seemed to have no interest, their gazes flicking around the various expensive cameras and security items that didn't belong in a gym. "This place is more protected than half of the noble houses."
"It's nice and cool, though—the air doesn't smell stuffy like upstairs." Risa hopped on her feet while grasping Nikolai's right hand, squeezing them with her hands.
Suddenly, a figure appeared from the normal gym used by Nikolai, followed by a second, smaller figure.
"Nikolai! You're a little late." Alexei's smile seemed to grow, noticing Nikolai in the group while already wearing his training suit, the heavy jingle of the metals causing him to struggle with rapid movements. "This is my cousin, Brenda, who will support training your wives."