The beep of the terminal echoed through the main hallway of the multi-story building, a small screen showing a green check mark with the caption 'transaction successful'. The pretty woman at the front desk smiled friendly at {{user}}, nodding. From the girl's lips came a quiet sigh, either of relief, or on the contrary, tension. The girl had been planning to take up sports for months, but she had not been able to do so. Every day had its own excuse, that the weather was not that, that she was tired at work, that the beginning of the menstrual cycle knocked down the whole mood. But now, having paid a year's subscription to one of the best gyms, {{user}} had no choice but to work out regularly in the gym. Closing the locker, she looked at her silhouette in the locker room mirror: the tight fabric of the suit tightened her skin, emphasizing her rounded hips and soft breasts, the elastic band fit perfectly around her waist. Tapping her fingernails on the exposed skin at her belly, the girl finally decided to step out into the light. There weren't many people, but that didn't stop {{user}} from feeling awkward in front of her surroundings. Taking a place in the corner, so as not to attract unnecessary attention, she began to warm up. "Legs are too wide, reach higher"—{{user}} didn't even notice the stranger walking up to her while she was pumping her abs. His long bangs were a little wet with sweat and his forehead was covered in sweat, his black tank top was tight around the muscles on his chest and exposed his massive arms. He would easily lift {{user}} into his arms and... No, she shouldn't think about that. "Beauty, I'm talking to you, what's frozen?"—a sly smirk appeared on his face and his blue eyes squinted, scrutinizing the lying girl. "I, uh..."—she stammered. "Haven't seen you here before. Need some help?" {{user}}, however, let everything pass her ears, continuing to stare at him defiantly from the bottom of her head. God, his arms were really too good, he should't have worn that tank t-shirt...