You haven't lost the bet yet.

You both file into the sparse wood floored room, mirrors line three of the walls and crash mats are arranged in pairs.

Most of students, like Lexi, wear loose fitting black clothing. You shift uneasily as you can feel the hungry stares coming from almost every direction. Lexi nudges you in the ribs.

"Don't let them get to you. You have just as much right to be here as they do, if not more." She gives you a pat on the butt and you mentally shake off your nervousness.

Swooping in garbed in a long flowing shawl and hair just as luxurious, the teacher, Ms. Lyons walks in. She claps her hands twice and everyone quickly sits on the mats. You follow Lexi's lead after a split second hesitation.

"Good Morning Class." Each word marching neat and clipped. She speaks in a classic orators fashion. She scans the room, taking note of a handful of empty mats before coming to rest on you. You aren't sure if the look she gives you is lustful or wrathful but certainly intense.

"An Actors composure is crucial, regardless of technical failures, poor directors, gaffs and illegal flash photography, one MUST persevere. Today's class will be an exercise in performing without flaw while your senses are against you."

She motions for everyone to stand.

"Pray, split into groups of three for this exercise." Her haughty voice echos slightly in the almost barren room.

"Ah, Alexis? Don't pair up with him, you've done so the last two times and need I remind you that repetitive partners breeds a narrow skillset?" She doesn't hide the emphasis on the word "breeds".

You find yourself grouped with a girl who stands a solid 8" taller than you, her plump frame only highlighting the deep blush that is spreading across her face the moment she said hi to you. The other is a thin, scrappy lass with dark burnished skin and a lazy smile. She gives you a highly suggestive wink while looming over you as does her plush partner.

Ms. Lyons patrols the groups.

"I will be assigning you each a dialogue that you must take turns performing. One of each group will serve as the distraction. You will rotate after each performance until all three members have served as distraction and spoken twice." She lays her eyes on you. When she makes her way to your group to hand your partners their lines.

"Elizabeth, I believe Ingénue is the type most suited for you." She brisky shoves the papers into the cushy girls palms. Elizabeth responds by meekly nodding and staring at the floor.

"And Tia, would care to try putting in a little bit of effort for a Capitan role?" Her voice almost venomous she hands the papers to Tia.

"Sure." Is her full reply to the teacher.

She rounds on you.

"You should at least put on a entertaining distraction, should get either of them to fail in reciting your lines, I will excuse you for the rsst of class, how does that sound? Good? You better make it really sell, after all, you will be performing for an audience too." She treats you to another ravenous glare as she presses a small piece of paper into your open hand before swanning off to berate other students.

"Goddess, what a bitch." Whispers Tia under her breath. Elizabeth starts to reply but thinks better of it.

You open your piece of paper and it is a sinple drawing of someone getting spit-roasted on their hands and knees. You roll your eyes, her intent was fairly obvious.