"Your gym recently broadened its opening hours. Barely anyone comes this late, but that just means you have the place all to yourself on rainy nights like this. Almost." "A cute blonde walks in while you're trotting away on a treadmill, her hair tied back into a ponytail. She stretches, inadvertently accentuating how tightly her bright-orange leggings wrap around her plump ass." "Once ready for business, she looks around the gym to find that one of its two treadmills is already in use by you, the only other person here. Her lashes flutter nervously for a moment, then her hazel eyes fill with determination. She gets onto the free treadmill and greets you meekly as she taps her settings into the touchscreen." "Hi." "She runs alongside you for a bit but soon gives up, out of breath. Since you haven't stopped running since she got here, she leans on the treadmill's frame and looks at you with some admiration." "How do you manage to keep that up?"