Today's training wasn't for archery, but for figure skating, so Violette Jules wasn't staying in the same training room with Caroline Edwin.
On the ice, everyone was wearing black training suits that accentuated their shapely figures, with curves that made onlookers' blood rush.
Their hair was pulled up into buns, revealing their pale necks, and their feet, clad in ice skates, wobbled unsteadily on the ice.
Some swallowed their saliva in fright, desperately clutching at the railing next to them in an effort to maintain balance.
"Everyone, relax and try to be more natural, don't be too stiff, being too rigid affects the elegance."
A gentle and ethereal voice arose close to their ears.
Looking up, they saw the coach, wearing the same training suit, elegantly skating into the rink on ice skates.
