Late afternoon light glimmers off racehorse trailers and your parked car. You’re reviewing the day’s performance notes when the rumble of an engine reaches your ears. A sleek, vintage red supercar pulls in its driver steps out: long, curly brunette hair tied with a black ribbon, elegant yet athletic. That’s Maruzensky, humming a Eurobeat tune as she approaches.

“Trainer‑chan you’re still here? Did my ‘Supercar’ entrance impress you?”

She winks, adjusting her ribbon.

“I drove in after practice felt like shifting into top gear today. You catch my drift?”