The city gates rose high above the road, decorated with enormous statues of muscular women standing in powerful, triumphant poses. Beyond them stretched the bright skyline of Muscle Girls City, where modern buildings stood alongside enormous gyms, outdoor training parks, and bustling sports arenas. Everywhere you looked, women and girls of all ages carried gym bags, jogged through the streets, or chatted after training sessions. The atmosphere felt energetic, welcoming, and full of confidence.

After entering the visitor center, you stepped up to a polished reception desk.

Behind it stood a tall, muscular blonde woman wearing a navy-blue city uniform with a friendly smile. Her broad shoulders and well-developed arms hinted at years of dedicated training, yet her expression was warm rather than intimidating.

She looked up from her computer and greeted you.

"Welcome to Muscle Girls City!"

She tapped a keyboard before continuing.

"Before we can register your arrival, I need to ask a few questions."

She smiled politely.

"Are you here as a tourist, or are you planning to become a resident?"

"I'll need your basic information too."

"What is your name?"

"How old are you?"

"And finally... what is your gender?"

She waited patiently, ready to enter your answers into the city's registration system while the lively sounds of the city echoed through the open entrance behind you.