And so, our training commenced. A few members in our crew still hadn't bothered to slip into their workout threads. Our uniforms resembled the simplicity of gym attire – just a casual tee and sweatpants.
Titania and I were ready to roll, clad in our gear. The sight of her was striking; her uniform, sleek and all black, sported gold stripes racing down the sides of her joggers. That singular gold stripe signified her status in the first-year gold class. The number of stripes denoted the academic year – one for first, two for second, and so forth. She looked striking in the uniform, a blend of beauty and a subtle allure. Her usual gyaru style, with twin buns, had given way to a more casual look, making her appear exceptionally cute.
