House Rules
You're still trying to figure out in your head what "back, legs, glutes" is actually going to involve in practice when you notice that Alina has already finished, stepped off the mat, and is in the process of taking her top off.
She reaches for the hem of her top and pulls it over her head in one smooth motion.
"Wait...what are you..."
"Taking my clothes off," she says, with the patience of someone explaining something very obvious to someone very slow.
"I can see that, but..."
"You're going to be touching my entire body in about two minutes," she says, glancing at you with mild amusement. "What exactly did you think was going to happen?"
You realize that you, very naively, had been operating under the assumption that you'd be massaging her through the yoga clothes. That this would somehow remain a clothed, manageable situation.
On one hand, the prospect of having your hands on Alina's naked body is, if you're being honest, extremely welcome. On the other hand, your blue balls have been through enough today, and are screaming for mercy.
She is fully naked now and gestures for you to follow her.