portrait of a woman, with brown medium hair, clean skin, hazel eyes, intricate artwork by Joaquin Sorolla, soft natural light, 85mm, sunshine on her face, lights, and shadows, ultra highres, photorealistic, 8k, hyperrealism, dramatic lighting, photography

51 year old Helen bustled back into the room with a gym bag in one hand and her masses of auburn hair tied back. He�d never seen her so well scrubbed and fresh faced. Helen was a woman who took care of her appearance, hair always well coiffered, nails done and well turned out. 'Come on Jason get up, I�m warmed up now and�. I am ready to to fight� as she said that she went over to her gym bag and pulled out a pair of 12oz white Everlast gloves, placing them on the floor she grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and puled it over her head one with one deft movement. Jason eyeballed her body. Toned and shapely she wore a white everlast sports bra, crisp and clean against her tanned skin. She saw him looking and held his stare as she grabbed the top of her tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down to reveal a pair of short white and black Venum Muay Thai boxing trunks. The crisp white satin trimmed with black detailing looked fantastic against the rich healthy glow of her skin. The thick ruffled waistband sat just beneath her belly button, no muffin top nor an inch of rippled fat. She stood before him, her hair bouncing lightly in a pony tail. Her stance formidable, her guard tight.