00:00 – 00:03

QQ @Image 1 stands in the center of the empty gym, phone raised high. Her white sports bra clings tight across her firm breasts, nipples faintly outlined by sweat. The pink shorts ride high on her hips, the fabric stretched over her round ass. Blue LED strips along the ceiling cast a cool glow across her shoulders and collarbones while overhead lamps throw soft highlights down her toned stomach. She tilts her hips, three-quarter view captured on the 35mm lens, and snaps the selfie.

00:03 – 00:07

Her phone vibrates. She lowers it, thumb swiping across the screen. The contact name reads “Babe.” The message glows: “It’s time.” QQ’s lips curve into a knowing smile. She taps the number and lifts the phone to her ear.

00:07 – 00:11

A female voice answers immediately. QQ’s tone turns coy. “Time for?”

Babe’s reply is low and certain. “It’s time.”

QQ twirls a loose strand of her high ponytail around her finger. “Ffffooorrrr?”

“It’s time,” Babe repeats, calm and deliberate.

00:11 – 00:15

QQ’s grin widens. She shifts her weight, the pink shorts pulling tighter. “Fffffoooorrrr?”

Babe chuckles softly on the line. “It’s time.”

00:15 – 00:20

QQ exhales, excitement flashing in her eyes. “Okay, I’ll come over.” She ends the call, phone still warm against her ear, then glances toward the exit with a hungry little smirk before the frame fades out.