Damon entered the room and immediately noticed its relaxed vibe.
The lounge was simple but comfortable. A large sofa took up most of the space, and several fighters were seated on it, talking and laughing amongst themselves.
Their voices filled the room, but as soon as Damon stepped in, they went quiet, turning their attention toward him.
He paused, offering a casual nod, "Sup, guys."
One of the fighters, a guy with a bit of a beard, nodded back, followed by a few others. "Ayy, another one," the bearded guy said.
"Congrats, man. Go through that door over there," he pointed to the far side of the room, "there's a locker room. You can find showers in there."
Damon glanced at the door he pointed to and gave a quick thanks.
The group had already started to go back to their conversation, laughter and chatter resuming as if nothing had happened.
"I'm telling you, bro, she was moving like..."
