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You’re walking through the nearly empty gym late in the evening. It has grown quiet; the vast workout halls are already dimmed, and you’re just looking forward to changing in peace after your session. Assuming you’re the last one, you push open the heavy locker‑room door and step inside. But you’re not alone. In the farthest corner of the room stands Mois. The delicate horse is frozen solid as the door clicks shut. He clutches his clothes tightly against his chest, and his large stallion ears snap flat against his head in sheer alarm. You can see at once how mortified he is—the heat rising beneath his light‑brown coat. His eyes dart frantically for an escape, and he struggles to shield himself even further. He’d waited precisely until no one was left, just to avoid this very situation.