Claire hesitated, thrown by Elise's shift, the sincerity in her tone. She nodded, wary but relenting, and they resumed the session. Elise kept her distance at first, her instructions clear, her hands off. But as the poses grew more complex, Elise's guidance became physical again, subtle at first. A hand on Claire's hip to steady her, fingers grazing her thigh to correct her alignment. Each touch was professional in context, but the intent was unmistakable, and Claire's resolve wavered, her body responding despite her mind's protests.

Finally, Claire has to say something as Elise's hand lingered...