slut - Alexia Putellas

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The therapist felt her heart racing rapidly as they entered the grand hall of a historic building in the vibrant downtown of Barcelona.

The opulent surroundings and the presence of numerous Spanish and Catalan athletes from various sports immediately overwhelmed her, and she glanced around nervously, feeling a bit out of place amidst the high-profile gathering.

It was the warm hand finding a rest on the small of her back once they've stepped into the luxurious surroundings - as if Alexia had sensed her anxiety - that provided comfort amidst the sea of mostly unfamiliar faces.

Guiding Erin through the crowd with practiced ease, her demeanor calm, they approached a woman with dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her appearance absolutely flawless and stunning.

Wearing an elegant suit, the woman exuded nothing but authority and importance.

Being new in Spain and unfamiliar with its culture, Erin didn't recognize the flawless woman approaching them, and greeted her with a shy smile.

"Alexia," the woman said warmly, shaking the brunette's hand as if they were old acquaintances.

"Su Majestad," the Ballon D'Or winner greeted respectfully, nodding slightly. "It's an honor to be here tonight."

"The honor is all mine, Alexia," the woman replied with a polite smile, folding her other hand on top of Alexia's. "Your sporting achievements this year have been exceptional. We are fortunate to have your drive and determination on our side. I wish you a smooth recovery."

Alexia nodded graciously, her smile appreciative.

The woman turned, her expression composed yet welcoming as she extended her hand to Erin, who nervously introduced herself, "Um, Erin Thomas. Nice to meet you."

The woman nodded politely, exchanging a few pleasantries, before excusing herself to mingle further in the crowded hall.

Turning toward Alexia, wide-eyed and slightly flustered, Erin couldn't help but wonder aloud.

"Who was that?"

The Ballon D'Or winner's tender lips curled into a soft, knowing smile as she glanced toward where the elegant woman had disappeared into the crowd.

"That was her Majesty, Queen Letizia of Spain," she explained calmly.

Erin's delicate lips pursed, her expression a mix of surprise and awe. "I... oh my god," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't know we'd meet the queen."

"I didn't want you to be even more nervous," the athlete reassured her gently, her warm fingertips coming to rest reassuringly on the small of Erin's back as she slowly guided the blonde through the crowd.

"I'm not nervous," the therapist protested weakly, though the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her.

"Then why are you blushing?" Alexia teased lightly, her tone playful yet authoritative, a hint of warmth in her eyes as she regarded the blonde fondly.

Erin shook her head slightly, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. "Just a little, maybe," she admitted with a soft laugh.

The therapist couldn't help but smile despite her nerves, grateful for the Ballon D'Or winner taking her to such an exclusive event and introducing her to influential figures like Queen Letizia.