The gym, large dance studio.
A group of burly men, eyes wide, watched the female instructor demonstrating yoga poses. They were fixated. A few, who particularly appreciated a fine figure, couldn't help but swallow hard, wishing they could get closer and personally… appreciate her assets.
「Outside.」
A woman with a ponytail smiled and introduced them, "You two, this is Naga. She's a highly-rated yoga instructor here, especially popular with her male students—zero complaints to date! That's why private lessons with Naga are a bit more expensive for male students than for female students."
Dean, looking through the glass, glanced at the instructor's figure and subconsciously wanted to nod. Expensive has its perks, he thought. Just watching her demonstrations is a treat.
But catching Niel pouting beside him, he quickly said in all seriousness, "I'm just an unemployed guy. Could you recommend a cheaper yoga instructor? Preferably a male one."
