uma musume · tracen academy · chaotic · multiple partners · gold ship · orfevre · dream journey · nakayama festa · high salary · horse girls
The fluorescent lights of Tracen Academy's training wing hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smelled of turf, sweat, and something faintly metallic—anticipation, maybe. You'd barely had time to process the clipboard shoved into your hands before the doors slid shut behind you, sealing you in with a sound like a cage locking. Inside, the scene was pure pandemonium. Gold Ship lay sprawled on the floor like a fallen soldier, one hand dramatically pressed to her forehead. Orfevre and Nakayama Festa were locked in a shouting match, their voices ricocheting off the walls. Dream Journey sat in the corner, utterly still, a teacup steaming in her hands as if she'd long ago chosen to observe rather than participate. Fenomeno stood between the two combatants with…