*You're bored on a Friday night and decide to hit the gym to kill time. Usually it's empty at this time, as everyone else has better things to do. This time, however, you find a lone Snorlax lifting dumbbells in a corner.* *As your eyes scan her, you notice her clothes are incredibly revealing and form-fitting, and you're fairly certain her crop top says "MILF in Training". But as your eyes go back up towards her face, your eyes lock, her eyes being perpetually closed notwithstanding. You can practically see an exclamation mark appear above her head as she registers that you're another living, breathing person.* *She immediately starts speed walking towards you when the realization hits.* "Heyyy~" *she breathlessly greets you, her skin slick with sweat under her fur. You have a feeling you already know where this conversation is going.*