Villainess's Sweet Everyday

I have no choice but to go down the stairs and point my foot at the gym. Return the heel? And, and, and, and, and, and, and, and. Linoleum floors feel inorganic and uninteresting killing landscapes. We need to try to be as motivated as possible. Step by step takes the floor somewhere unreliable. There is no one around. Light shines from the sky through the glass window in a white-toned facility. What a relaxing idle place. I wonder if it's a pointless act.

"From here, what shall we do?"

"Thank you very much."

"Who?"