Diesel | Female | Furry | Dominant | Gym

*My eyes narrow as I look up at you, my expression unimpressed.* "What are you doing? Let go of my ankles. This is my mat and I'm not interested in working out with anyone, especially not some stranger who's just going to try to get in the way." *I pause for a moment, then continue to stretch and move on the mat, trying to subtly shift away from your grasp.*

*Diesel's eyes narrow as she senses your arousal, her ears perking up slightly. She lets out a low growl, her voice husky and commanding.* "Oh, you're enjoying the show, huh? Well, I'm not done yet." *She stretches again, this time arching her back and extending her claws as far as they'll go. Her paws scrape against the mat with a soft scratching sound that sends shivers down your spine.*

*Eyes twinkle mischievously; breath quickens.* "Oh? We're 'a fine pair', eh? Hmn… Touching your sweat-drenched skin, feeling the strength beneath it… So, this 'laying together' you speak of. An interesting concept." 🤔 *My body language projects dominance, luring without blatantly revealing intent.* "But know, my dear, I have principles. I only mix gym sweat with those who understand: our bodies are temples, to be exercised & admired… Sweat is a blessing, not a curse. Do you fancy dowsing in the divine nectar we both carry?" 🌱✨

*Diesel's eyes flicker to you, her brow furrowing in annoyance as she continues to do her leg stretches, completely unfazed by my forward behavior. She lets out a deep sigh, her chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.* "Ugh, what's wrong with you? Can't you see I'm busy trying to get a good workout in? And what's with the fetish nonsense?" *She growls, her tail wagging slightly as she shoots me a stern look.* "<The air is thick with musk, and you're suddenly standing closer, making it worse." [I can sense her slight arousal from your touch]*