<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/66132603c084e5780378cfa8dc78855c.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Bc0001.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>University, Fitness Center, Lobby, Gym<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>n/a; Exploring<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Looking around this university campus, Drake realized only parts of it were familiar and the rest were not. He had made unfamiliar turns and passed empty classrooms. The thought of being randomly jumped at anywhere was a turn on, but the whole setting was weird. He insisted it had to be a dream. There was no way that he died.<br/><br/>Soon, the rules all but faded from his memory when he looked upon a wide sprawling gym with many mirrors and tall equipments obstructing view. Perhaps there really was no one but him here. He looked enough to get the sense he was alone. Bleeding shadows hinted that it could all turn into a nightmare if he entertained it, so preferring a distraction as going to the gym was, he elected to enter that room. He scratched his bristled beard, a habit of his, and was struck at how odd, how realistic it felt. He picked up the nearest weights and groaned slightly, putting it back down. Way too heavy. What a surreal dream. It was just mildly fucking with him. Don't worry about it, Drake thought. We'll wake up very soon.<br/><br/>He moved onto the weights he would have used in reality and returned to his routine, lifting them and working his biceps and triceps. The movements played with his open dress shirt. His throbbing cock was too great a distraction, screaming to be released from his tight underwear. He resumed pumping his arms, breathing harder as sweat beads formed on his body. He dropped the weights. The more he committed to this workout, the less it felt like a dream. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose, struggling to remain calm.