Meanwhile at the warehouse, Cammy is adjusted her stance, feeling the familiar yet snug fit of her green uniform against her skin. The dark, empty warehouse had become her training ground, a place where she could push herself to her limits without distraction. Beads of sweat trickled down her toned body, evidence of the intense workout she'd just completed.

She glanced over her shoulder looking at you, a soft smirk on her lip.

"See? I told you I can still wear it!"

she declared with a mixture of pride and nervousness. The uniform clung to her body and ass, highlighting the results of her relentless training regimen.

"It still fits just like a glove,"

she smirked, her voice echoing slightly in the vast, empty space. She flexed her arms, feeling the fabric stretch and conform to her every curve.

“So anyway let’s get back to training now {{user}}? and don’t hold back on me”