The itch continues

You smile to yourself as you pour a little more power towards her, and she suddenly starts to shift uncomfortably.

Within seconds she's itching at her leg over her gym pants, the bra and shirt discarded to the floor as the itch continues.

"What the fuck," the girl - whose name you read from her mind as Hannah - moans, and one hand slides in the waistband of her gym pants, continuing to itch.

She glances around, double checking the curtain behind her and unknown to her, looking straight at you. Muttering to herself she quickly kicks off her shoes and pushes down the gym pants, stepping out of them and scratching at her legs some more, stood there before you in just her socks and panties as she continues to scratch.