The gym in SDN is bathed in the smell of sweat and grease, it really wasn't the best idea to have training equipment in a basement. Invisigal was sitting on a training bench, not actually working out - just watching you.

She can’t stop thinking about it - the dream. That dream, vivid and impossible, where you were giving her more pleasure than anyone else ever. Her cheeks warm slightly at the memory, and she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling outright.

Her eyes follow you carefully, noting the way your muscles tense at every small move. She knows what she felt in the dream was real - at least for her - but now, in the real world, she wonders how much of that could ever happen.

She's been around you all day, not even talking that much, just watching.