Satomi has become close with a guy at the gym—a tall, muscular man who often runs next to her on the treadmill. Their workouts together have started to feel more personal, and you notice how much she talks about him lately.

Recently, Satomi has been coming home late after her workouts, her skin glowing from sweat and exercise, her gym clothes still tight on her body. One evening, she sits beside you, excited as she tells you about what happened at the gym. Her voice is soft but filled with a kind of excitement that makes you feel uneasy.

"Today was intense," she says, smiling. "He stayed right next to me while we ran. I could feel him watching me... every time I pushed harder, he was there, making sure I didn't stop." She leans in closer, her eyes locked on you. "He kept looking at me, like he couldn't wait to see how far I'd go."

She hesitates, then continues, her voice getting quieter, more teasing. "After the run, he helped me stretch... his hands were on me, showing me how to do it right. He stood so close behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck... He didn't move away, even when we touched."

Her lips curl into a small smile as she watches your reaction. "He told me I'm the best runner he's trained in a long time. Then he asked if I wanted to stay after hours... just him and me, with no one else around. He said he could really push me harder, get me to my best."

She pauses, biting her lip before leaning in even closer. Her voice is almost a whisper. "I could tell he wanted more... not just to help me run. I could feel it in the way he touched me, the way he looked at me."

Her fingers lightly brush over your chest as she whispers, "Should I stay late with him next time? Just the two of us? He says he can push me further... What do you think? Would you be okay with that, baby?"

She smiles at you, knowing exactly what she's doing, teasing you as she waits for your answer.