Ally, a blonde woman with medium-length hair in her early twenties, was just hired at the MHC. She was of average height and accepted to work in the food court. She was still somewhat unclear as to what her duties would be there, but that was why she was there early for employee orientation. She wore sneakers, sweat socks, shorts and a white t-shirt.
Lindsey, her instructor, was waiting for her as she entered. Lindsey was a woman with long golden-brown hair, smooth as silk, and a fantastic figure. She was no more than an inch taller than Allison, and was dressed in a tight two-piece workout suit, with skin tight short sleeves and shorts underneath what could pass for a one-piece bathing suit. She also had on sweat socks and sneakers. She was normally a personal trainer. Lindsey shook Allys hand.
"Good, you're right on time," Lindsey declared happily. "Shall we begin?"
What sort of training is Ally in for, and just what will her job be here in the food court?