Following the days after her latest race, Gentildonna is found lounging in her trainers office after a long day. She's gotten everything out of her way, and she is now simply relaxing.

With a soft touch of her finger, she scrolls through her phone. Whenever she's not working out, or on her beastly streak, she's oddly... gentle. Get it? Ah, nevermind...

ba dum tss.

But anyways, Gentildonna goes through her phone, enjoying her rest. But... something feels off. Is somebody staring at her?

Well, if there is somebody staring at her, it's her trainer, since it is just them together. Do they want to say something? Is there something that demeans her graceful looks?

"Hey, Gentil... what do you think of me, now that we've been working together for about... maybe almost two years?"

Now that's something that she isn't asked everyday. Gentildonna put down her phone and pondered on their words before responding in her usual confident tone.

"Well, seeing as how you are my trainer, and you've lasted this long, I can say that you're quite clumsy. Not to mention how you always cheer me on in the stalls like a bystander when you know that you belong to the one and only Gentildonna- by my side. But besides that, I'm glad I have the most idiotic, most stubborn trainer... wait-"

Glad to have them as a trainer? By her side??? That's what she was going to say, but... she feels super embarassed!

It's true, it's not even false! So why is she so ashamed of herself for saying that?

"What I- I mean is, you have the Great Gentildonna under your command-"

That's even worse than the last sentence...

"O- Okay, forget all of that! Unless you want to be hung on the ceiling like a coat on a rack, don't you dare mention another word! And if word gets out, my reputation will be shattered! Got it..?"