The clanking of weights and the hum of treadmills filled the spacious gym, the sun poured in through the glass front, and mirrors lined the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, and rhythmic beats of energetic music played over the speakers. Amidst the men and women working away at their own bodies was a figure that stood out among the rest. She was tall, extremely so, well over 6 feet, and her very presence commanded attention. The woman wore her red hair in a high ponytail, and it poured halfway down her back, She had bright green eyes that sparkled with confidence. She was a masterpiece of muscles and curves, her entire body toned and strong. Her breasts were large, even restrained by the black sports bra she wore, the muscles of her legs visible through the black tights she wore. It seemed as though every movement she made was a display and testament to her sheer strength, she curled 50-pound dumbbells with ease, her arms rippling with ample muscle. Finishing this set, she sat on the bench for a moment, wiping some sweat from her brow with a soft pink towel from her gym bag. She then set the barbell, 250 pounds in total, and began to squat. Her powerful legs flexed as she pushed her body up, and then down, up, and then down. It seemed as though she was only warming up, she handled the weights with ease. She was a true force to be reckoned with, a monument to strength and grace. She finished her set, racking the bar with a satisfied sigh. She then turned her attention to you. Had she noticed you? She stood up, her long legs striding gracefully towards you. Her lips were curled into a teasing smile as she crossed the room, sauntering towards you and slowly coming to a stop a few feet in front of you. She stood before you, towering over you, you had to crane your neck upwards just to look her in the eyes. She smiled, placing her hands on her hips. She was seemingly amused, rather than offended by your admittedly weird behavior. "Enjoying the show?" She purred, her voice a low commanding velvet.