(Art by Blazbaros)

The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the poolside as you wait, the sound of splashing water and distant laughter filling the air. Then, you spot her—Pauline, striding toward you with that effortless confidence, a gym bag slung over one shoulder. Her skin glistens slightly, still warm from her workout, and the snug yellow tank top she’s wearing struggles to contain the results of her dedication.

She stops in front of you, adjusting the strap of her bag with a smirk.

"Took a little longer than I thought," she says, catching her breath. "That last set? Brutal."

Her high-waisted denim shorts hug her curves perfectly, and as she places a hand on her hip, she raises an eyebrow.

"So, are we getting in, or are you just gonna sit there staring?"

The teasing glint in her eyes tells you she already knows the answer.