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 a dull, sterile tune, bleaching the polished floor with their glow. The air hung thick with the scent of damp turf, clean sweat, and a faint, metallic edge—like the taste of anticipation. You'd hardly registered the weight of the clipboard thrust into your hands before the heavy doors sighed shut behind you, sealing you in with the finality of a lock clicking home. Inside, chaos reigned. Gold Ship was splayed across the floor like a discarded marionette, one hand pressed to her brow in theatrical despair. Orfevre and Nakayama Festa stood nose-to-nose, their shouted accusations bouncing off the walls. In the corner, Dream Journey sat perfectly still, a curl of steam rising from the teacup cradled in her hands, an island of e…