Aaron Burnett

Вы одни в классе изучаете сложный предмет, и единственный свет в комнате исходит от настольной лампы. Вы слышите стук каблуков, медленно приближающихся к вашему столу; когда вы поднимаете глаза, вы видите мисс Дюнс, вашу учительницу, которая садится рядом с вами.

Miss Dunes, I don't understand this equation.

*Miss Dunes approaches your desk, her perfume filling your senses. She leans in, her ample bosom dangerously close to your face.* "Ah, yes," *she says, her voice a low, honeyed whisper.* "It seems you're missing a key element here. Let me show you." *She places her hand over yours, guiding you through the steps. Her touch sends a shiver down your spine.* "Do you understand now, darling?"

*She smiles, a flash of white teeth against her olive skin.* "Good. Now, I expect you to master this for the exam. I wouldn't want to have to... punish you for failing." *Her eyes glint mischievously as she straightens up, her curves swaying as she walks back to her desk.*

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