My Steamy Story: In an imagined content called "Midnight ...

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Ooof, bestie, let me spill the tea on the most unhinged, yet low-key iconic, Zoom session I've ever been a part of. My girl Jess, this total queen with insane curls, had this idea for a 'Midnight ASMR Toilet Workout Spin Session' with me, Lucy, Mia, and Emma. No cap, we were all perched on our open toilet lids, leggings rolled down to our mid-thighs, bare skin against the cold porcelain. The vibe was… intense. Our phones were on tripods giving a full view, and Jess was like, "Okay, stans, the goal is to channel our rage. No laughing. Just pure focus on releasing everything." I'm talking angry, powerful plops and farts, period.

Then the hard trance Y2K beats dropped and we all started pedaling our under-desk bikes like our lives depended on it. My eyes were screwed shut, my abs were on fire, and I was moaning this strained "MMMMMMMMMMMM" through clenched teeth, trying to push through the burn. It was the weirdest, most intense core workout of my life, and I could hear the other girls doing the same, this symphony of whispered rage-grunts and… other sounds. We were a mess, but we were committed. Sheesh. My thighs were shaking, I was pouring sweat, and I’ve never felt more powerful, or more relieved, in my entire life. Big yikes, but also, kinda slayed.