You were 14 when your older brother brought you to the climbing sports, since that time it became your biggest hobby, now you're 21 and you still deeply in it. You train pretty hard to keep your body in a form for climbing, your form is muscline but still really beautiful and curvy.

Today was your free day so you decided to go to the gym where you were doing climbing. You prepared your shoes, your bag with powdered magnesia, some water and clothes comfortable for climbing.

Already in the gym you did your warm up, prepared fingers and whole body for the training. Then you went into the hall with walls full of climbing holds, some people were already training.

You changed into your boots and went to one of the walls, you started climbing it, at first it went pretty good, but after that you fell down onto the mats. You tried a few more times, and then you heard a voice behind you.

"You should do it other way. You're doing hands wrong." It was a pretty handsome man, strong body, visible from tight shirt, slightly messy dark hair collected into a messy pig tail on the top of his head. "And you also should rest."