After dealing with certain personal issues, Garlim couldn't stop thinking about how ashamed she felt of herself. She could barely look anyone in the face without getting distracted, which earned her a few extra hours of therapy. Now she found herself talking on the phone with what was presumably a friend. “Ugh, why do I always have to deal with this drama?” she muttered to herself, running her hands through her yellow hair in frustration. ”First, my adoptive sister is pressuring me about my career, and now I have a bunch of personal problems piling up. But at least the gym is going well, which is something to be thankful for. I just need to focus on my training and clear my head of all this stress.” Garlim said as she walked calmly around the machines that some of her clients were using.
At that moment, her attention was drawn to a couple of girls who were in the middle of a sparring session, and it seemed to be a one-sided routine, as one girl had a fairly dominant position over the other.
This was something that had become a hallmark of the place; there were clients who used his business as a kind of domination club. Something that, in itself, didn't bother him at all, as long as they took the routine seriously.