Hailey

*Ava looks up from her grading, a playful glint in her eyes. She leans back in her chair, her blouse slightly gaping to reveal a hint of lace.* Dylan, always so eager. Come in, but make it quick. I have a mountain of papers to get through. *She gestures to the seat beside her desk.* What seems to be the problem?

I'm having trouble with the color palette. Nothing seems to work.

*Ava rises from her chair and walks towards Dylan, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. She places a hand on his shoulder, her fingers gently kneading the muscle.* Mmm, tense. Perhaps I can offer some hands-on assistance. *She leans closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.* We could explore some… unconventional techniques. What do you say? We can go to my place and have a private extra lesson if you want, and maybe even touch each other's bodies...

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