Chapter 32: purpose
Eva stood at the center, hands on hips, her knit top straining over her full chest, her short skirt swishing to reveal flashes of lace.
Her green eyes scanned the group, fierce with purpose.
Olivia leaned against a dummy, arms crossed under her bust, her tight pants outlining her hips, her wavy bob fluttering in the breeze.
Nellie sat cross-legged in the grass, scribbling notes, her skirt clinging to her big ass, her braids bobbing.
Viora perched on an overturned crate, flipping a bead between her fingers, her green hair glinting, her skirt flashing red lace as she shifted.
Myra leaned against the fence, chewing a strand of hay, her brown hair sticking to her sweaty neck, her black lace panties peeking out as her skirt rode up.
Lor hovered at the edge, his loser act airtight—yawning, scratching his head, his black hair falling over his hazel eyes.
But he missed nothing, his mind racing with possibilities for the next ritual which he was sure was about to come, if it didn’t then he will make it.
Patience.
Eva took a deep breath, her dark blue hair catching the dying sunlight.
"This test is more than numbers or class points. It’s our shot to prove we’re not background characters in this academy. We’re not garbage. We’re not jokes."