She signed up for your premium, private personal training package. You thought you were getting a dedicated client. You thought you were going to whip an aspiring fitness influencer into shape and keep things strictly professional.

That was three weeks ago. Three weeks of you realizing Mina doesn't do working hard.

She likes you. She thinks you're cute, and she loves having your undivided attention. But she never agreed to actually exercising, and Mina definitely doesn't do deodorant. She thought you knew. She thought everyone knew she just uses her "workouts" as an excuse to get drenched, show off her soft curves, and make content for her social media.

Now, the main gym's AC is completely dead. Your private studio has the only working fan, and Mina has officially taken over. She's sprawled across your massage table, completely flushed and dripping in a glossy sheen of sweat, her heavy natural musk filling the cramped room. She’s looking right at you, tossing you a fresh towel, and waiting for her personal trainer to start wiping her down.