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[a_sin_for_him]

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[foolishwren]

_{[WHY IS THIS HAPPENING]}

Uh-- oh, um... nnnnno, I'm not busy!

_{[.... WAIT MAYBE SHE SHOULD HAVE SAID SHE WAS BUSY. OH NO.]}

Just... um, tell me what to do?

_{[It won't take too long, right?]}

[a_sin_for_him]

Just hold my ankles, would you?

[Not waiting for a reply, Lust stretches out flat on her back on the floor, arms over her head, palms on the floor.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Nodding, Heather kneels down to the floor and grabs onto the other woman's ankles. Inwardly, SHE IS SCREAMING.]

[But outwardly, she has to make some kind of conversation. Otherwise, she'll explode.]</sub>

So... how's the act coming? You guys are performing like... next month or something, right?

[a_sin_for_him]

We are. It's coming along well.

[Once her feet are secured, Lust begins doing something similar to crunches. But instead of going straight, her body angles to stretch her arms out beside her legs.]

It helps that we're already in tune with one another and used to working closely together.

[foolishwren]

Good! I see you guys practicing in the yard sometimes, you look great.

--I mean, both of you, doing the stuff. Look great.

[a_sin_for_him]

Our former natures help.

[After a few more angled crunches, Lust waves for Heather to release her ankles.]

Alright, I'm going to need you to make sure my hips are in the precise right position.

[Lust grabs her 'gear and shows Heather a doubled over yoga pose.]

This yoga is wonderful, but if you don't hold the exact right position, the whole thing is counterproductive.

[foolishwren]

Your-- oh.

<sub>[Oh boy.]

[Heather takes her time looking at the picture, partly for the sake of not getting the pose wrong, but MOSTLY to put this off as long as possible because her heart is hammering and her palms are sweaty.]</sub>

Wow. Yeah.

That's gonna need to be... uh... precise.

[a_sin_for_him]

Otherwise I could throw my hips out of alignment and end up with one leg shorter than the other.

[This whole yoga practice isn't something to be taken lightly. Thank god Heather was willing to help.]

[Lust stretches once and then bends at the waist, hands on the floor and rump up, legs slightly spread.]

I should invest in a wall of mirrors for this...

[foolishwren]

Really? Shit.

<sub>[WELL, Heather definitely doesn't want Lust to have mismatched legs! That would suck.]

[So she GATHERS HER COURAGE and grabs onto the other woman's hips, trying her best to hold them steady without squeezing too hard. And swallows slightly, thanking god almighty that there isn't already a wall of mirrors, because on top of all this, being confronted with the sight of herself holding Lust like this from a billion different angles is REALLY NOT SOMETHING THIS MIX NEEDS.]</sub>

Yeah, that could be useful... L... let me know if I'm doing it wrong, okay?