The teacher notices the game

Isabel was feeling content. The little mishap at the start of the class seemed like a one-time accident, and she quickly realized that yoga was just what she needed. It challenged her body but at the same time relaxed her mind, making her feel calmer with each passing moment. With every pose, she became less aware of her surroundings, focusing solely on herself and the guiding voice of her instructor.

Meanwhile, the instructor's watchful eyes, as calm and focused as ever, scanned the well-attended class. She always offered her sessions with mixed genders but separated by age groups to cater specifically to each group’s needs. Today, it was the 18-25-year-olds – an age group that sometimes tested her patience with their frequent rule-breaking. And today was no different. Out of the corner of her eye, she had noticed a movement that didn’t quite fit with the flow of the yoga poses.

Her gaze settled on Mindy, who was positioned near the back, just behind a row of particularly young beginners. The instructor narrowed her eyes. Mindy – of course. She had been on her watchlist before for her mischievous behavior. Secretly, the instructor didn’t mind Mindy’s antics; they added a little spice to the usual routine, as long as they didn’t cross the line. But something was different this time.

As she called out the next pose, her attention remained firmly on Mindy. "Aha," she thought triumphantly as she noticed that Mindy wasn’t bending her head down like the others. Instead, she was staring straight ahead, eyes fixed on something... or someone.

The instructor’s gaze followed, moving from Mindy to the blonde girl in front of her – Isabel, deeply absorbed in the exercises.

The blonde girl... Hadn’t she been wearing tight shorts earlier? Was that… skin? The instructor blinked, and suddenly everything clicked into place. That was what she had noticed out of the corner of her eye.

Isabel’s shorts were gone.

She decided...