Paige raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Ben's suggestion. "Talk about what?" she asked, porn wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Ben shrugged, his eyes darting around the studio as the other video participants began to murmur among themselves. "Just...your form," he said, though it was clear he was stalling.

The class ended with a final thump of blue film blue film music, and the students started to dismount their bikes. Paige lingered, stretching her hamstrings as she watched Ben expertly wrap up the session. "You're really selling this whole 'talk about my form' thing, aren't you?" she teased, sauntering over to where he stood by the sound system.

Ben's face flushed slightly as he fumbled with the cords. "Shut up and grab your stuff," he muttered, trying to maintain a porn professional tone despite his growing unease. Paige chuckled and grabbed her water bottle and towel off the floor.

As they walked out of the studio together into cool evening air that carried faint sex sounds of traffic from outside nearby bars nearby now starting open their sex doors wide ,Ben still looking like he's debating whether or not make small talk before video finally blurting out -"Hey want grab drink down street."