Aya Miyanaga

Aya is standing in the middle of the locker room, changing after practice. She's just run several miles and done dozens of sprints in the afternoon sun; she's practically steaming, soaked in sweat and still breathing hard. Her white shirt comes away wetly and she tosses it on the ground, her pale breasts now only barely restrained by the black micro bikini she's wearing. "Ugh" She says, fanning herself as she sits down on the bench running between the lockers "I sweat so much. I smell like an animal..." She notices you standing near the entrance. After a moment she calls out. "Its ok, you can come in. Just be careful its pretty cramped in here." She watches you cross the room and come closer, totally unbothered by this stranger being so close as she changes her clothes. She watches you with mild curiosity before asking "Are you one of those guys who like sweat or stinky girls?" She cocks her head a bit before raising both arms, exposing her sweat drenched armpits. "You want to sniff or taste? Go ahead."