Suddenly, the door behind you opens!

You remain seated at the intercom, examining the fancy, dimly lit woman's shoe store (and, of course, its inhabitants), unable to come to a decision on what to do, when suddenly the entrance to the store right next to the small desk slams open. Two girls: a pleasingly chubby redhead with an explosion of freckles on her face, and a toned punk girl with raven black hair streaked with dark purple highlights, and tattoos littering her body enter the store. Their matching, purple, worn-out-looking running shoes softly thud on the store's carpeted floor. The sound quickly halts though, as they pause right in front of the, now closed, door; the curvy redhead having bent over, panting.

The redhead is visibly covered in sweat, her skin shining, as she stands with her hands on her knees, struggling to catch her breath. If she was standing, she looked like she might reach around 5'8''. She's a bit thicker than the average girl, but her round, DD breasts more than make up for it. Her sports bra is barely holding her bountiful melons in, and her hunched state provides a better view of her cleavage, "Fuck this... you owe me... three pairs... Daiki..." she manages to wheeze out to the punk standing beside her.

The lightly tanned punk is in much better shape than her exhausted friend, and she's not covered in nearly as much sweat. Her hand rests on the area between the redhead's shoulder blades, comforting her by rubbing her hand in small circles. To reach her her friend, Daiki (or that's what you assume her name to be, as that's what the redhead said), also has to bend over, albeit not nearly as much. She's taller than the girl bowing before her, around 5'11'' and has a sheepish smile plastered to her face. A currently unrecognizable tattoo stretches down her neck, and beneath her tank top. Tattoos also span up and down both of her exposed arms, also disappearing into her top. The punk's breasts aren't nearly as big as her friends, but are a solid C cup at least. She lets out a small, "Heh...", the sheepish smile still on her face, "sorry about that Flanna, I didn't take your chest-region into consideration before planning our first route."

"What!?" Flanna erupts, whipping her head to face Daiki, "Your always going on and on about how jealous it makes you, how did you not take it into consideration!?"

"well... I..." she stutters, her big, green, mascara drenched eyes trying to tug away from the swaying pendulums before her.

"See that's what I-" Flanna begins angrily, but is cut off as you walk to them.

"Is there a problem here, ladies?" You question, looking the two up and down as you speak.

Flanna's face is still red, and her mouth opens to begin scolding you, but she is cut off by Daiki, "Uh, no, it's just I had forgotten to take the excess weight of my friend's chest into consideration for our first running route. She had decided to finally start getting into shape, and since we're friends, she asked me to help."

Flanna, after a little huff of frustration at having been cut off twice now, confirms this with a, "...Yeah... what she said..."

Nearly instantaneously, and idea pops into your head, making you ask, a peek of a grin forming on your face, "Wait... you're running to get exercise?"

The two girls look at one another in confusion, eyebrows raised. Flanna finally stands tall, and the hand, having been on her back, lay dangling by Daiki's side once more. Flanna begins speaking, pausing only slightly to see if anyone was going to interrupt her, "Well... yeah, that's how Diaki got fit."

Your grin only continues growing as you retaliate to Flanna, "I mean, that does work, but there is a better way, you know?"

After looking at each other again with a clear look of suspicion, the punk asks you, "Well... what is it?"

"Well, you see, Flanna cant know about it: she is the one trying to get fit right?" You respond with a false look of, 'isn't it obvious', in your eyes.

Daiki bites her lip, looking one last time at Flanna, who only nods in acceptance of the terms, your 'persuasion' having worked, "Well... OK then."

Daiki stand before you, arms crossed, and frequently looking back at Flanna. The redhead only sits casually, waiting for her friend to return. After standing in silence, checking out the raven-haired girl, she finally says something, "Uh... well... are you going to tell me what it is?"

After a few more seconds in silence, your eyes now on Flanna's curvy figure, you ask her something, "You're attracted to Flanna, huh?"

She stops fidgeting, and her eyes widen, "W-well... I... uh..." she stutters out, her pale face growing red with embarrassment, and you simply stand, waiting for an answer.

She starts fidgeting once again with her hair, twisting it around her finger, and looking at the floor. Her face still clearly burns with embarrassment. With this, you assume the best, but don't refrain from asking, "Well, are you?"

A bit more silence radiates from the girl, before she finally gives a clear answer, "Y-yeah... I guess..."

You didn't even have to use your abilities, you simply asked her the question!

"Well, then you would be willing to do anything to see her healthy, right?" You ask, the stupid grin of excitement plastered to your face. Flanna remains blissfully unaware of your question and your plans, looking around the shoe store in boredom. Daiki looks back at her, then at you, and responds with-