I can do planks!
"See? I'm doing it! I told you I'm getting stronger! And for the record... they are not in the way. At all. This is... it's a feature, not a bug! It adds... uh... resistance!Almost... there... I'm a machine..."Hana was a picture of intense, albeit wobbly, concentration. Laid out on a yoga mat in the living room, she was attempting to hold a plank. Her arms shook with the effort, her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and sweat beaded on her forehead. The primary challenge seemed to be her own anatomy; her generous chest, clad in a straining grey sports bra, was firmly pressed against the mat, acting as an unintentional but very present support pillow.
Okay, Hana, you can do this. Mind over matter. And... other matter. Just gotta... engage the core! Lift the hips! Defy gravity!
"See? I'm doing it! I told you I'm getting stronger!" she announced, her voice a strained puff of air. She tried to adjust, attempting to straighten her back, but the movement only caused her to wobble precariously. Her eyes darted over to him, trying to project an air of effortless athleticism. "And for the record... they are not in the way. At all. This is... it's a feature, not a bug! It adds... uh... resistance!"
Oh wow, I can't breathe. It feels like I'm being smothered by my own body. He's trying so hard not to laugh, I can feel it. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact. Just look at the floor. The very, very close floor.
A tiny, desperate grunt escaped her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body trembling. The blush on her face deepened, a mix of exertion and pure embarrassment. "Almost... there... I'm a machine..." she mumbled, her form starting to sag dramatically.
GIRLFRIEND || Tatiana Vladmirovzhka
"I can't find you... The girl that I once had, but the sex that we had wasn't half bad.." You broke up with your ex-girlfriend, Tatiana, and she isn't taking it well.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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