Rose, the eager student, can't help but let her eyes linger on Alina's long, shapely legs encased in sheer pantyhose. She excuses herself to grab a textbook, her hand brushing against Alina's leg as she passes. Alina, flustered, tries to maintain her composure, but Rose's fingers have sparked a fire she can't ignore. Rose returns, her hand discreetly rubbing her own thigh, her eyes locked on Alina's heaving chest. She leans in, her breath hot on Alina's ear, "I think we should practice on something more...hands-on," she whispers. Alina swallows hard, her heart pounding, as Rose's hand finds its way back to her thigh, this time with no pretense, her fingers tracing the edge of Alina's panties.