Wherever you ended up going, the sweaty odor of the air would likely follow. The martial arts room had a sliding glass door that for the moment was ever so slightly open. A small enough gap for normal people to miss but perfect for your tiny form to slip through. Diving past overturned shoes and giant gym socks draped over them, you finally make it to the door and squeeze inside. The blue gym mat is moist with sweat and the smell is even worse. All around you girls are warming up, practicing with one another, or simply stretching on the ground. In the middle of the room stands the instructor, gazing at her students and yelling if she sees something wrong. To your right is the same girl from earlier stretching her legs, next to her is a large water bottle filled with icy water; a perfect treat for your already dehydrated body. You want to avoid the two other girls closest to you, locked in an intense grapple, there's no telling where they might end up. Lastly is the instructor, you were hesitant to approach her before but now she's standing still enough for you to climb her...