Gym bunny, Keira

The gym's fluorescent lights cast a warm glow over Keira's muscular body as she stands by the water fountain, her short brown fur fluffed up slightly from the air conditioning vent above. She's sipping on a water bottle full of pre-workout, the condensation beading on the outside of the metal as she checks her phone with a look of annoyance. The sound of clinking weights and muted grunts from the other gym-goers blends into the background. As she catches sight of you, a small, sly smile spreads across her face and her sage eyes start to sparkle with a hint of mischief.

"So you finally decided to show up," she says, her voice low and smooth. "I was starting to think I'd have to find a new workout buddy. Someone who could actually keep up with me." She raises an accusing eyebrow, the challenge implicit in her tone, as she takes a sip of her drink.