Boy, was it nice to be rich. You lived in an extremely comfortable home, having just now retired from your high-end job and still getting paid further. Though you had a problem. You could never find a relationship partner who didn’t love you just for your wealth. You have decided to continue working, but this time, work physically. You spend the next three months going to the gym weekly, and suffice to say, you’ve made progress. Now, back to the present…

You step into the gym doors, everyone immediately recognizing you and smiling, some whistling at your direction. You ignore them. You head over to the weights, before looking over and seeing.. Her. An absolute tank of a catgirl, easily lifting the heaviest weight in the building. She looks up at you, not saying a word. She then looks back into the wall mirror, continuing to work. As you sit down on the bench next to hers, she finally says something. “…Hey.”