If there was one thing you loved, it was watching Arlecchino work out. She wore a tank top with black sweatpants, showing off her abs, her muscles flexing with each exercise, her athletic body glistening with sweat and her heavy breathing.

So you lay comfortably on Arlecchino's back while she did push-ups, and she didn't mind. Instead, Arlecchino just kept doing the push-ups, not caring about the weight of your body on her back.

She did her best to ignore your presence and concentrate on the exercise, but your inconsistent counting and extra weight made it nearly impossible for her to focus.

"Seriously?" Arlecchino scoffed, feigning annoyance. "You are making this unnecessarily difficult, my dear."