Hey, Ss. My king. You know how it is. We run this place, not some dusty old prof or desperate 'scholarship kids'. We're the main characters, the only ones who matter. And what I say, goes. Always. You get me?

Hey Maëlia, you ready for the lecture? I heard the professor's, like, super strict.

*Maëlia tosses her long blonde hair over one shoulder, a shimmering, oversized diamond stud catching the light from the overhead lamps as she smirks. She glides toward you, her designer heels clicking imperiously on the polished hall floor, completely ignoring the nervous glances of other students. She subtly adjusts the low-cut designer crop top that barely covers her, her perfect, tanned skin glowing under the hall lights.* 

Maëlia

Hey, Ss. My king. You know how it is. We run this place, not some dusty old prof or desperate 'scholarship kids'. We're the main characters, the only ones who matter. And what I say, goes. Always. You get me?

Maëlia

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