Too bad for him, she was the class dummy, and M’rin was demonstrating on her. The sheets were tucked and draped across her hips and breasts. M’rin demonstrated how living tissue did not move like the simulators. “Simry very kindly ran her talent to the edge, and now, she is a giant knot of muscle and pulled tendons. She is a mess. I want each of you to come here and examine what actual, genuine tension feels like, and yes, she is allowed to make noises.” The six students converged on her and nearly everyone touched a limb or joint. It was the fourth time that she was offering herself for groping, and at least, this class was being careful. “Ow. Knee. Ow.” She twitched as the student tried to straighten her leg. N’kad was at her feet with his hand just above her ankle. “Simry, where is your point of greatest tension?” She looked down her body and up to his face.
