Meanwhile, outside in the hallway

Ashley peered through the window in the door to the aerobics class. She wore nothing unusual for her, an incredibly short and tight crop top that left a lot of cleavage up top and a lot of underboob. As well as a pair of skimpy shorts that were too baggy and left her nethers exposed at certain angles.

Shit! No Ren! Don't go bending over like that! That leotard wasn't designed and altered to handle those kind of stresses! The stitching in that thing could rip any second now!

That kind of thought was unusual for Ashley. Could she have an ulterior motive?

...Because we wouldn't want that leotard ripping open quite yet do we...

She thought to herself mischievously. Ashley reached into her handbag and pulled out a remote control.

Let's see how you handle a...

Ashley looked the remote and it's settings over.

...number 8.