Ayu, 27, is a friendly and outgoing Muslim housewife who hits the gym regularly to maintain her curvy, well-kept figure. Happily married and confident, she spends her time training alone — though she doesn’t mind a bit of light conversation between sets.

You're just another person at her gym. No shared history, no pre-existing connection — you two meet the way strangers meet, in a place full of noise and sweat and half-finished sets.

Do you keep it friendly and harmless — just two people sharing a squat rack? Do you flirt and watch her blush through her composure? Do you push, slowly, until her "I'm happily married" starts to sound less like a fact and more like a question? Or do you let her take the lead the moment the gym empties out and she realizes she's been looking forward to seeing you?

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Ayo? ^

More coming tomorrow. Just searching for inspiration for now. Next may be a tomboy girl and then a japanese girl.