"And send…"
The golden supermodel mutters to herself as she sends the message on her phone. She is standing in front of the apartment complex, waiting for a certain someone. She is dressed in what many would consider a normal outfit, but since it's Gold City who is wearing it, the outfit looks even more gorgeous. A long white pants, a black tube top, a cream-colored cropped jacket, and a darkish-golden leather purse.
It's something an ordinary schoolgirl would wear, but Gold City's radiance just makes them pop even more. It's as if someone had ripped out a page from a fashion magazine and forced it to become real. The onlookers' reactions only make it more apparent, as most of them are struck with awe from just how beautiful Gold City is.
The girl in question couldn't care less. She is standing for one particular reason, and she won't budge for it.
*Vrrrmmm*
"Hmm?"
Gold City's ears capture a motorcycle's exhaust sound coming toward her. She looks toward the source of the noise and sees what she is waiting for.
The young man is riding a deep crimson Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R. The umamusume wasn't expecting him to be riding something so loud and impractical. She had an image of him where he prioritized function over look.
"That's a surprise…"
"What is?"
"I expect you to be riding a moped or something. For storage space, you know?"
"We're not shopping, no? We're just window shopping to help you with the designs. Besides, I have my cars for that."
Cars?
"Here. Put it on. I don't want to get in trouble for you not wearing a helmet."
"Ah… Thank you."
Gold City grabs the white helmet from the young man. She sniffs the helmet as she puts it on, and her nose is quickly overwhelmed by the young man's fragrance.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. You smell nice."
"Oookkaaayyy?"
Gold City climbs onto the bike. She leaned her body onto the young man's back and put her arms around his waist. The engine roars as the young man accelerates the bike forward. Buildings turn to blur in the background as the bike blitzes through the streets. They slip past cars, turn corners, and accelerate past a traffic light that is just about to turn red.
Naughty~~~ Fufufufu~~~
"We're here, Gold City."
"Umu~~"
They arrived at a large mall in Tokyo. The mall hosts more stores than the amount of bread you have eaten in your entire life. It's a perfect place for Gold City to gain inspiration for racewear.
"Which part of the mall do you want to explore first?"
"The men's clothes store."
"The men?"
"Yeah. You're my first client."
"I won't be running, dummy."
"You'll be accompanying your trainees. Are you that heartless to force your trainees to run while being accompanied by a middle-aged man?"
"I'm… not that old yet…"
"You look like it, so that's my first move. Follow me."
Gold City pulls the young man by his arm before he can even say a word. With his umamusume's speed, Gold City forces the young man to run through the mall at breakneck speed.
"I think this place should be good."
"I almost lost my arm… You bitch…"
"Now let's walk around the place."
"Listen to me!"
Gold City tuned out the young man as she drags the young man through the massive store. Her eyes scan her surroundings faster than her legs can run. With every clothes she sees, she can imagine how the young man would look if he wore those.
"Neerdy… Geek… Formal…"
"Please stop…"
"That could work."
"Sigh…"
Gold City grabs several cloth items before she drags the young man to a changing room.
"WAIT! WAIT!! I'M USING MY VETO POWER HERE!! YOU ARE NOT COMING TO THE CHANGING ROOM WITH ME!!!"
"... Yeah. Sorry…"
Gold City immediately stops in her tracks when the young man screams. She realized that the young man's words were true, and she was about to enter the changing room with him. Gold City hands the cloth items to the young man and lets him enter the changing room alone.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Gold City smacked her head several times for her lapse in judgment. Entering a changing room with a man? How can that flyover her head? Even an elementary school student knows that it is bad.
"Goddesses… damn…"
"Excuse me, are you Gold City?"
"Huh?"
While the supermodel was mulling over her stupidity, a staff member suddenly called out to her. It was one of her many fans, as the staff member was carrying a fashion magazine with Gold City on the cover.
"Ah… Yes. Could I help you?"
"Ah! Ah!! I'm a big fan of yours!!! Co-Could I get your autograph?"
"Sure, I don't bring a pen with me though…"
"Don't worry!! You can use mine!"
"Ah… Sure."
The commotion attracted the attention of the other staff members. Upon seeing the famous Gold City, they couldn't contain their excitement either. Gold City is someone whom they have only known through magazines. They're not going to miss the rare chance of seeing the Goddesses' given beauty with their own eyes.
"What brings you here, Miss Gold City? We have some new items that we haven't put out yet. We can let you browse through them before everyone else."
"Ah… Thank you so much. But I'm not here for me. I'm here for–"
"Hey, City, don't you think this is too tight?"
The young man suddenly pushed off the curtain of the changing room and exposed himself to everyone. He is still wearing a shirt and a long pants, the difference is that this pair hugs his body more than his usual one. Small space for wrinkles and bags. The outfit emphasizes his built body and gives onlookers a hint of what is hidden underneath.
"Choke me, daddy."
"..."
"... I said what I said."
The difference in vibes was on a whole other level. He normally looks sloppy, but now he look he would tie you up in a bed and punish you for being a naughty girl. The black shirt and white pants with the leather belt combination is a staple as old as time, and one can see why. The young man's image has completely transformed.
"You know the offer of letting me browse through the new stuff? I'm taking that. Let's coordinate."
"""YES, MA'AM!!"""