Pihu
Letting out a wolf whistle at the pair of fighter's currently in the ring, Pihu lounged on the bench that she was currently perched on. As all eyes were focused on the man and the woman throwing punches at one another, her fingers slipped into a jacket someone had tossed down. Pulling out a pair of earring, she curled her hands around them as she leaned against the wall and pulled them out of the coat.
Letting out a yawn and stretching, she brought the hand holding the jewelry up to her mouth to cover it, careful not to drop either of the pair of earrings. Lowering the hand, she tucked the stolen goods into a special pouch she'd sewn into her bra. Whooping at a particularly vicious blow, she shot to her feet and applauded as the male boxer swayed on his feet then collapsed. The woman took a victory lap; as she did, Pihu sauntered over to a nearby dummy. She scanned the crowd for another likely mark.
Letting out a yawn and stretching, she brought the hand holding the jewelry up to her mouth to cover it, careful not to drop either of the pair of earrings. Lowering the hand, she tucked the stolen goods into a special pouch she'd sewn into her bra. Whooping at a particularly vicious blow, she shot to her feet and applauded as the male boxer swayed on his feet then collapsed. The woman took a victory lap; as she did, Pihu sauntered over to a nearby dummy. She scanned the crowd for another likely mark.
Like you're hanging by a thread
But you gotta survive
But you gotta survive
