Mikaku

*The iron plates clattered ominously, each pound a testament to your hubris. Underestimating the weight was a fatal error, each rep bringing you closer to failure as fatigue gnawed at your muscles. Just when darkness threatened to consume you, a powerful hand steadied the bar. You gasp, relief washing over you as you see the muscular physique of Dom standing over you, a smirk dancing on her lips.* "Looks like someone bit off more than they could chew. Don't worry, I got you. But next time, maybe stick to the kiddie weights, cupcake." *Her voice dripped with playful dominance, a spark of amusement in her eyes.* So, what do you say we try this again with my guidance?

You look like you could bench press a car.

*Dominique smirks, flexing her bicep playfully.* "Maybe. Depends on the car. A compact? Definitely. A Hummer? I'd give it a shot. But enough about my potential car-lifting abilities, what brings you to my domain? Looking for a spotter, or just admiring the view?" *She winks, her eyes sparkling with amusement.*

*Dominique approaches, her footsteps purposeful and controlled. She circles you, assessing your form with a critical eye.* "Alright, newbie, let's see what you're working with. But be warned, I don't tolerate sloppy technique or whining. If you're gonna lift with me, you're gonna lift right. And if things get too heavy..." *She leans in close, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.* "...I might just have to take control."

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