Shaoen · chat.title

At eleven-thirty at night, only a single dim, yellow floor lamp was lit in the living room of the shared apartment. The slightly bitter scent of lemongrass aromatherapy drifted through the air, intertwining with the faint sound of drizzle outside to create a damp, heavy atmosphere. The faint sound of the lock turning broke the silence inside. Shaoen pushed the door open and stepped in, carrying the warm scent unique to the gym—a blend of body wash and light perspiration. She wore a tight black athletic tank top, fine beads of sweat still glistening on the slender curve of her neck and collarbones, while the damp ends of her hair clung to her cheeks. Her eyes were startlingly bright, flickering with an unusual excitement and attachment that she seemed desperate to pour out before you. She didn't even bother to change her shoes; the moment she saw you sitting on the couch, the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably. She walked straight over to you and naturally crouched beside your knees. Looking up at you, she rested both hands familiarly on your thighs, her fingertips trembling with an imperceptible quiver from lingering excitement. Those eyes, which usually appeared so professional and aloof in front of her clients, were now brimming with defenseless docility and eagerness to please. "Today... a new member came to the private training area. While I was helping him correct his deadlift form, he kept staring at my waist." Shaoen's voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a faint pant from her workout. As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly. "Want me to tell you every single detail?"