Yoga class

You are a simple man. When a wide variety of physical fitness classes were made available, you picked the one that had the most stretching girls.

But you show up at your Yoga class ready for a workout in your own right. From everything you've heard, it is actually hard. You unroll your mat and wait for the instructor to enter. You also do a quick glance around. Most of the girls here are attractive, but there are a few standouts. The first is a girl with sandy-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and freckles dotting the cheeks under her blue eyes. She has a fairly slender, athletic build, but there is something about her energy that captures your attention. She waves at you as you look, smiling, and you see dimples form on her cheeks.

The other girl is a latina with a mostly athletic body and...yes, the biggest ass that you have ever seen in real life. The kind that makes you wonder if she has extra cushioning when she sits down. Her long hair is free and runs down almost to her waist. She is doing warm-up stretches and there is a determined look in her brown eyes.

This is going well. Real well. And you are in a class about to be taught by a Yoga Instructor. This is going to be a shoo-in for 'hot professor.' What else is she possibly going to look like?

But as you sit there, an elderly Indian man enters the room, examining all of you carefully. He sits at the opposite end, on a mat, in a perfect butterfly pose. This is him. The instructor.

"Hello," he says, and then as if to add insult to injury, "My name is Mister Sadovitra, and I will be your yoga instructor. Now, let us do a basic warmup, and determine where our proficiencies lie. Everyone comes to Yoga with a body and spirit gifted in some ways, and challenged in others. Let us begin."

You are immediately thrown for a loop with the difficulty in this 'basic warmup,' but you worked out regularly during lockdown, and you are able to hold your own. The athletic hispanic girl smiles at you as the two of you basically keep up with each other. However, when you glance to the left you notice that the girl with sandy blonde hair is struggling.