After all her deliberation about whether or not she was going to go, Weiss finally found herself standing at the towering entrance to the gym. It easily stood out from the rest of the residences and small shops around there, as it was lined with giant, tinted windows with bands of yellow in between all the panes and complete with the name "GOLD'S GYM" wrapped around the building – Weiss bet that she could see the sign from three blocks away. It would be impossible for her to turn back and lie to her roommate about how she'd lost her way there. The white-haired girl sighed. Well, I guess there's no turning back now, huh. She pushed through the double doors and went inside.

It did not take long for Weiss to find where her trainer was. Unsurprisingly, she was in the middle of a workout, likely trying to get in her own exercise before attending to her trainee. Weiss took this moment to survey her – she had to admit, Yang had an amazing body. She had the strong legs and firm abs that many girls who frequent the gym build, certainly, but the blonde also had arms and shoulders powerful enough to put some of the men in the gym to shame. However, that is not to say that she lacked womanly features; Yang boasted an ample chest – which definitely did not make Weiss feel insecure about her own little breasts – and a golden mane of hair that, even when tied back, reached the trainer's waist. Everything about her was just so…big. Of course, what Weiss noticed the most about her were her shining amethyst eyes, which were now looking right back at her.

"Hellooooo!" Yang greeted brightly from across the gym, springing up from the exercise bench and walking over toward her, "It's Weiss, isn't it?"

"Oh, good memory." Weiss spoke with only moderate surprise at the blonde remembering her name, as they had just met the day prior and she, being a Schnee, was used to being memorable.

"Hard to forget the name of the girl who practically trashed the gym trying to figure out the worst ways of using the equipment."

"You told me not to worry about it!"

"Well, yeah, that was mostly because I was just trying to be nice to you. Plus, people usually clean up after themselves, and I was kinda hoping you might actually have done that, since I had to stay after my shift was over to put everything back in order." Weiss, flush with embarrassment and shame, attempted to stammer out an apology before Yang stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and laughed it off. "It's okay, I got paid extra anyway – I just wanted to pick on you a bit."

The heiress groaned. "Do you do that with everyone you meet?"

"Nope! My grade-A teasing is reserved for only the finest of customers!" Yang said proudly.

"…I'm just going to go ahead and take that as a compliment," Weiss sighed while the blonde giggled away, "Anyway, what exactly are we doing today?"

"Well, seeing as you're brand new to this whole gym thing, I figure that I'd start you off with a tour of the whole place, and then we'll get to the real deal. Sound good?"

Before she could give her reply, the heiress found herself being whisked away by her zealous trainer. Yang zipped around the place, stopping almost every five feet to show off what seemed to be every single bit of machinery and equipment and to explain their functions and recommended uses. This information, naturally, went in one ear and out the other, but that wasn't what captured Weiss's attention so – it was how she was talking about it. The only other time she heard anyone babble about something this excitably before was when Ruby built her own computer from scratch and had decided to regale Weiss with the backstory of how she acquired every single part and why each part was so integral to the whole. While she knew nothing of what Yang was going on about, she couldn't help but envy her enthusiasm; after all, everything that the Schnee heiress ever did – her classes, her hobbies, and even her choice in friends – was mandated by the will of her family. Hell, she didn't even know what she herself wanted to do. Did she even want to be here herself? No, of course not, it was her roommate that pressured her to go, just like with everything in the past, but... at least she enjoyed hearing someone talking about the things that make them happy.

"…and that concludes Yang's Super Speedy Gym Tour! Any questions?" Her sudden question shook Weiss from her thoughts.

"Er… no, I think I have the general layout dow-"

"Awesome! It's time to start the workout, then!" Yang exclaimed, "Let's start with something basic, like… ah! The bench press! That ought to be a good start."

The white-haired girl in tow was none too pleased with this sudden jump into the workout experience, especially with something that seemed as tough as the bench press. I mean, that is more of a "guy" exercise than anything, right? All these guys at school keep bragging about how much they can bench or whatever when they talk to me, even if I do not give a single shit about them. She finally spoke up, "I don't think this is such a good idea… should we not try to start with something a little more light, like some jogging?"

Yang stopped in her tracks and turned around with an accusatory look on her face. "Are you trying to cop out of this?"

"N-no, just… well… I just think that this might be a bit much. I mean," she gestured at herself, "do I look like someone who can lift?"

"Not with that kind of attitude," the blonde teased, "Look, I'm not expecting any miracles to happen today, but I do want you to try. Besides, no one starts strong; you have to earn your strength, just like I did and everyone else in this room did, through sweat and will."

"Right, right, practice makes perfect, I got it," Weiss replied, barely hiding her sarcasm. Great, this is no different from the Schnee work ethic that my family taught me, she thought, Thanks, Ruby, this was just what I needed to become less stressed. Apparently, her thoughts were bleeding through, as Yang considered her with inquisitive eyes. The trainer did not mention anything about, though, and instead carried on with her little spiel.

"Alright then, princess," she paused just so she could see the girl's annoyed reaction, "let's get some practice done, shall we?" Weiss had not realized that, during all that time in which she was thinking about how much she really, really did not want to start lifting, the pair had already found themselves right next to an open bench. "Do you know how this works?"

"Of course I do!" the heiress said with indignation, "it's just raising and lowering the bar above your chest, right?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Of course, there's a little bit more nuance to it than just moving the bar, but we'll get to that later. Why don't you show me what you can do?"

The trainee, seeing that there was no way out of this, reluctantly lay down on the bench and gripped the bar. She did not even want to think about how many sweaty men had rested on this very bench – yet another reason she was so unenthusiastic about weight-lifting. Still, she offered to herself, it is inevitable that I would get a little gross, so there isn't any sense to getting all worked up about it. After clearing her mind of how unclean the whole thing was, Weiss finally grabbed the bar and heaved it up off the rest. To her surprise, it turned out to be far lighter than she'd imagined. Hey, maybe I can do this! She then went through the motions of the exercise, finishing off the set after ten repetitions.

"You know, that wasn't too bad!" Weiss then turned to her trainer proudly, "So, how's that for strength?"

"That was alright – for a warm-up. If you really want to get anything done, we're going to have to up the weights." Not exactly what the heiress wanted to hear. For just a brief moment, Weiss had hoped that perhaps this whole workout thing might not be too bad at all, but it looked like Yang was not about to go easy on her. The blonde returned with a small weight in each hand. "Let's try these on next. They're 10 pounds each, so it's nothing major, but we'll see how well you can handle them." She then added with a wink, "Hopefully, you'll still have that same gusto from earlier!"

Fat chance. In any case, Weiss prepared herself for the next set, figuring that if she tried the same way as before, there shouldn't be a problem. However, after counting to three in her head and pushing up against the bar, the metal mass only hovered slightly above the rest before her arms gave away.

"You put too much on there! Is there something a little lighter that I can try?"

Yang stood above her for a moment, hand on her mouth as she contemplated something. "I know what's going on – your form is a bit off. Here, try to set yourself up for the lift, but don't actually move." When she crouched down, Weiss once again assumed the position from before, but right as she settled in, something warm and soft tickled her back, causing her to jolt upward on reflex. Alarmed, the heiress wrenched her head to face the perpetrator.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she yelped. However, Yang simply looked at her with a completely innocent face.

"You weren't arching your back just then," the trainer stated matter-of-factly, "which means that you can't lift nearly as much as you could. When you lift the bar with an arched back instead of a flat one, you both have a better base for support and make your chest muscles work more, which are the muscles that are exerting the most force in a bench press. Here, let me show you how it's done." Once again, she used her hand to direct Weiss's back into the proper arched position, but this time the heiress let the blonde guide her. She didn't dare to say it aloud, but she enjoyed the sensation of the hand on her lower back. It burned with a heat she never thought possible in a person, a soothing warmth that relaxed the muscles wherever it touched. Weiss also couldn't resist how soft yet stable it was, moving her with a gentle confidence. She almost wished that those hands caress her for hours to come, touching her in all her gentle sp- whoa there, Weiss, calm down. Now's not the time for those kind of thoughts. Snapping out of her trance, she realized that she had an exercise to do. Sure enough, Yang's advice worked, for she, with some difficulty, managed to finish one more set before her arms once more surrendered their strength.

"See? Just a little bit of a position change, and suddenly you realize that you're stronger than you think!" the blonde encouraged, her characteristic cheerful smile returning to her face.

"I feel… I feel like this… this is going to hurt a lot sometime soon," Weiss breathed out between gasps for air, feeling the strain in her limbs.

Yang's cheerfulness slowly turned to mischief. "Oh, we're just getting started, princess." Her voice was filled with a foreboding that made Weiss swallow.

The two girls continued around the gym, bouncing from one machine or bench to the next, Weiss learning a new exercise in each place, with varying success. In most cases, many of her shortcomings came from a lack of proper posture while performed any given exercise, meaning that Yang had to constantly mold her into the right position. Naturally, the proud heiress found this slightly humiliating, seeing as she never seemed to be getting anything right, but at the same time, she secretly enjoyed the blonde's touch guiding her. There are only a handful of people in this world which she would permit to be in physical contact with her– namely her mother, her sister, and (reluctantly) Ruby – but for some reason, Weiss had no issue with having essentially an almost total stranger feeling her body. Perhaps it was just a simple comfort, much like a blazing hearth might be, or perhaps it was something more…

"Okay, just one more thing to do before we can officially call an end to your first workout!" Yang declared, her voice revealing no loss of enthusiasm. When she didn't get a response, she swung around to see the girl slumped over the fly machine, panting and looking thoroughly worn out. "Oh, don't give up on me now, princess, we're almost at the end!"

"Just… give me… a moment…" she wheezed, raising a finger as a command to wait up for her. After about a minute, she gathered herself and… well, "walking" would be a generous way of describing how she hobbled over toward her trainer. "Okay, alright, I think I'm ready for the final… whatever we're doing."

"Gueeeesss," Yang said in a sing-song voice, hopping around the…

"…squat rack." Weiss answered flatly.

"Oh, don't be such a downer! We haven't done as much with legs so far, so you won't be overworking anything we've already covered," she reassured, "However, posture is SUPER important here, because if you screw that up, you can do some serious damage to your back. Because of that, I'm going to go ahead and do a couple reps of these for ya, just so you can see how it's done."

"Sure thing. I'll be right here," came the breathy reply. Weiss had propped herself up on the adjacent power rack in an effort to keep herself from falling over – she was not about to embarrass herself two days in a row.

"Alright, now watch my form. Feet shoulder width apart, the bar resting on the back of the shoulders, but not quite on the neck, because that's going to cause undue stress, alright? Now bring down the bar slowly, keeping your chest straight and…"

Yang continued to give her directions on what to observe while she performed the squats, but Weiss's attention soon shifted to watching the blonde's body in motion. However, the heiress did not notice the proper technique that Yang was demonstrating, instead taking in… just Yang herself. She already knew that this buxom blonde had a natural beauty to her, but seeing it in action simply enraptured her. Seeing all the muscles, shimmering with sweat, tense and relax as she rose and fell mesmerized her. Her legs, her back, her arms, everything seemed to ripple with raw power, and yet that strength didn't detract from her beauty – rather, it added to it. Weiss let her eyes wander over her body until– okay, wow, she wasn't kidding, that is fantastic ass. She saw how Yang pushed it in and out in each squat, almost showing it off on purpose. All of this set her mind on fire, and she had no idea how these feelings were taking over her thoughts. Okay, Weiss, calm down, this is not okay, you can't seriously be lusting after someone like this, that's just so unbecoming of you. Just… take a deep breath, focus on what she's trying to show you, or just look at something else. Yes, anything but the-Unfortunately, in her attempt to refocus, her eyes found something in the mirror: as it turned out, whether Yang bent over with each squat, she could catch a glimpse down her very loose tank top. Suddenly, her legs lost their strength and her vision blacked out. Fuck.

EDITOR: CatharticKnightmare

Geez, Weiss, haven't you ever heard the phrase "if looks could kill"? Come back next week to see what becomes of our frail trainee! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated

I also want to give a special shout-out to the one and only CatharticKnightmare, who has expertly edited my work (or gutted it like a fish) so far – thank you so much!