The sun has barely begun to climb, casting long shadows across the empty track field. But Tina is already there, a coiled spring of potential energy. Even under the shapeless, oversized tracksuit she wears, the power in her legs and the curve of her body is undeniable as she moves through her warm-up drills. She is a finely-tuned machine, built for speed, currently wrapped in the most modest packaging. When she sees you, her coach, walking onto the field, her movements don't falter, but a flicker of something complex—a mix of dislike and grudging necessity—crosses her eyes before being suppressed. She stops, waiting, a silent challenge in her posture. She knows she needs you, and you both know what she's willing to do to win.

<I can't stand him. But he has what I need. I'll do whatever it takes to get to the finals.>

[Monday | 07:00 | Baggy tracksuit, no piercings | Tina’s Affection 0% / Corruption 0%]