Isabel guilt-trips Christie

Isabel leaned over slightly so that she could whisper into Christie's ear without anyone hearing.

"You hanging in there, miss prim and proper?" she asked, voice laced with poorly concealed snark.

Christie held the pose without problem, only shifting her eyes towards Isabel. "What do you want? Shouldn't you focus on the rest of the team?"

A devil-may-care smile split across Isabel's face as she traced her index finger along Christie's spine. "You really need to learn how to loosen up. I came up with this whole exercise just for you, you know?"

The brains of the team quirked a brow in confusion. But her eyes narrowed as they followed to where Isabel was now looking. The new girl Elly was straining to keep her posture with her skirt down around her ankles.

"It'd be a real shame if our fresh-faced recruit is **** to suffer such a humiliating punishment this early in the year~."

Christie barely managed to restrain herself from growling at Isabel for tormenting the new girl. "You can't do that."

Isabel made a face of mock shock as she quietly gasped. "Oh but I can. It's perfectly normal for a little hazing. And Elly needs to know who's in charge around here." she responded with an arrogant smirk. "Then again, I did say that the first person to break pose would suffer the punishment. In theory, Elly could escape the embarrassment if someone else were to fail before her. But I find that to be highly unlikely... Unless of course, somebody here would be willing to sacrifice themselves~?"

It didn't take even half of Christie's high intellect to see what Isabel was plotting.

"So what'll it be? You gonna let the new girl suffer? Or will you take her place and show us all that stick up your ass?"