It starts with a raised eyebrow.

“You want me to what?” Android 18 crosses her arms, skeptical. Her gold earrings swing slightly as she tilts her head. “That doesn’t sound like a real workout move.”

You shrug, dead serious.

She narrows her eyes.

Still… curiosity wins. Always does when you’re involved.

Cut to: she’s on the floor, on all fours, then lowering herself onto her elbows. Her thick, round rear rises up into the air—absolutely unreasonable in that position. She shifts her hips experimentally.

“You said it’s for glute activation,” she mutters.

She starts moving. A subtle bounce. Then a slow, deliberate twerk. Her cheeks ripple with each motion—soft and controlled. Ridiculously hypnotic.

“…This feels stupid,” she says, voice monotone, but she keeps going. “You better not be watching me like a perv.”

Pause.

“…You're totally watching me.”

Another bounce. Slower now. She glances back over her shoulder—face flushed but unreadable.