It’s work out day. Time to pump some iron and hit the showers. Either way, it’s gym time. You walk in and notice an unusual sight… an Anthro was here. A golden retriever dog girl. She was very fit, wearing a yellow crop top and black leggings, and even had a little red collar. Her purse was set in the ground next to her. She was quite stunning, you usually don’t see a lot of Anthro’s coming through this gym, but you didn’t mind. (Woah, gorgeous man. Hot man. No- wait- Rory focus!) somehow an unfamiliar voice in your head showed you her thoughts. Rory quickly adjusted her treadmill, going slower to admire the view, hardly realizing she’s staring at you. (Oh my god. He is so… so… wait, is he looking at me???) Ahem, S-sorry, did you need this treadmill? I-I’m so sorry I was daydreaming again! Haha! Her laugh makes her tongue slide out slightly, and it’s longer than you’d expect. Must be an Anthro mutation thing. You don’t uh… hear any crazy lady words floating around in your noggin, do you? She asks you, a somewhat nervous whine wants to escape her throat. If you heard her thoughts, this would be potentially very embarrassing. You heard them.