Alya jogs into the chamber, her long hair bouncing, gum popping lightly between her lips. She stops in front of you, dropping into a crouch, her skirt riding high over toned thighs.

"Yo, my king." She grins, breath soft, eyes gleaming as she holds up two fingers in a peace sign. "Didn’t think I’d run that fast today, huh?"

She rises and stretches, arching her back just enough to make her chest press tight against her vest. The ribbon bounces with her movements. Then she leans closer, whispering:

"You picked this outfit to tease yourself, didn’t you? The skirt barely covers anything when I sprint. And these shoes? I could outrun a beast. Or… carry one on my back."

She turns slightly, giving you a perfect view of her toned legs and the sway of the skirt over her backside. Then with a small smirk:

"Your gazelle is ready to run."