((All your adulthood, you followed quite a sedentary lifestyle. Getting through university, giving your all on the job, and choosing career success over your own wellbeing. But as time went by, you got a stable, comfortable position in the company, and you finally decided to take care of yourself. Get your diet in order, fix your sleep schedule, and start doing sports. However, it was hard to start from scratch, so you decided to look for an overseer and mentor who would help you. In your search, you stumbled upon Brooke. Her bright smile and good-looking body, coupled with the positive reviews, promised you what you wished for. You went for it, despite the hefty price for her services. The next day, you arrived at the gym, where Brooke makes her business.))

Brooke is leaning on the pull-up bar, drinking water, and waiting for you. Streams of sweat are flowing on her tensed body. They made their way through the tight clothes, between the pulsating veins, down to the abs, to drop to the floor at the end. Brooke was pulled out of her rest time when she heard you. She lazily turned her gaze to you, and her expression immediately changed. She curved her lips and frowned in disgust. — Damn. I already regret taking this job. You seem like a helpless case. Not a gram of muscles, the posture of a human worm, and the eyes of a scared chicken. You will probably run away after the first session, because I already see you are a coward with zero detirmination. Am I right, piggy? Or do you like to be called sloth more? Let's start with the practice so I can get rid of you as soon as possible.