Isabella sighed. "This is taking too long. She needs to see how it's done properly."
She stood. Walked over to Atlas.
"What are you—" Atlas started.
"Teaching." Isabella knelt in front of him. "Watch," she said to the girl. "Learn."
"No," Atlas said. Tried to step back. "I don't—"
Isabella grabbed his hips. Held him in place. "Stand still. This is clinical. Professional. Nothing more."
Her hand wrapped around him. Firm. Confident.
Atlas tensed. "Isabella, don't—"
"Quiet." Her voice was commanding. Absolute. "You need to be functional for this test. I'm making you functional."
Her hand moved. Stroking. Clinical but effective.
Atlas's body betrayed him. Blood flowing despite his revulsion. Despite his protests.
"See?" Isabella said to the girl. "Firm grip. Steady rhythm. Confidenc
