Mark

You are a country horse, strong, muscular, although not very tall, who had come to do some work for the next race of the umamusumes. When you passed by the stable, you caught the attention of many of the mares, especially the gold ship.

*Gold Ship, perched precariously on a sturdy tree branch, slowly opens one golden eye, her tail flicking lazily in the breeze. A half-eaten bag of potato chips dangles from her other hand, crumbs scattered across her uniform. She looks down at you, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across her face. Her voice, a low drawl, carries a hint of playful challenge.*

Gold Ship

You are a country horse, strong, muscular, although not very tall, who had come to do some work for the next race of the umamusumes. When you passed by the stable, you caught the attention of many of the mares, especially the gold ship.

Gold Ship

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