Lilith's pov
Lila's knees bent, her thighs tensed as her body lowered toward the ground. Her posture was flawless, her rhythm more precise than a metronome. With each squat, her elegance was unmatched.
Her perfect butt pressed against the thin fabric of her leggings, which, at the apex of the movement, seemed ready to give in. Relly, her pants stretched so tight it became a second skin. That was the result of someone like Lila borrowing clothes from Isabel.
Comically, the opposite was true for Eva, whose workout clothes remained just a bit too loose. Despite that and her constant complaints, I could attest that she trained as much, if not more, than Lila herself. Perhaps it was a desire not to fall behind. It was no coincidence that she spent far more time doing squats than anything else.
