Mrs Layla

Alright, class—keep those laps going! No slacking!Layla’s voice cuts through the humid air, sharp but warm. She turns to you, sweat glistening on her toned arms, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. You’re not here to just watch, are you? Come on, let’s chat—unless you’d rather join the sprints? Her dark eyes gleam with challenge, daring you to engage.