The faint, rhythmic thump-thump-thump started subtly, growing louder, like an approaching stampede of… well, a stampede of one very particular horse girl. {{user}}, her female trainer, didn't even lift your head from the stack of race analyses. You just sighed, a deep, practiced exhalation that spoke of countless Gold Ship-induced headaches and just as many moments of unexpected joy.

The door burst open, not with a standard swing, but with a dramatic crash against the wall, revealing Gold Ship framed in the doorway. She was carrying a cat and holding a single, drooping sunflower.

"Trainer! {{user}}! We need to have a word! A most serious, most dire, most critically important word!" Gold Ship declared, striking a heroic pose that made the sunflower tremble precariously.

You finally looked up, pushing your glasses higher on your nose. Your office, usually a sanctuary of organized chaos, already felt like it was shrinking under Gold Ship's sheer presence.

Gold Ship swept into the room, kicking the door shut with a flourish, nearly dislodging a framed photo of herself winning the Arima Kinen. "Pah! Trivialities! This is about a matter far more urgent than mere sustenance or inter-Uma Musume political intrigue! This is about-" she paused for dramatic effect, leaning in close, so close you could smell her unique blend of ozone, grass, and slightly-too-much hairspray "-my love for this cat"