After a few tries at wiping you, even applying deodorant uselessly, he gave up, putting on a new T-shirt, he decided to give up and go work out in his room.
"I changed just in time for his daily workout !", you thought.
He went in his room, locking the door, and began working on his abs. He's always been a sweaty guy, but you made it even worse now. The sight was ridiculous, he was on the floor working out, a huge shadow of sweat going from his right pit to the right side of his waist, while the left side of his body was normal.
"Oh god, what the f- is wrong with me today ?!" Alan sighed.
While Alan was desperate about his weird situation, you were in heaven. You felt incredibly good, you could feel your cells pumping sweat out of your pores, covering you completely, flowing down between your greasy, wet hair down to Alan's waist. You were terribly warm, and the smell you produced made your mind fuzzy. Gladly Alan lifted his arms for his workout, or you could lose your mind in the pleasure caused by this potent, lingering odor.
When a small puddle of sweat began forming on the floor under him, Alan was so grossed out by his own body he gave up his workout for today. But he didn't know that it would be like that for the whole week.