Luanna

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"Tell me, Ms. Alistair, have you been a good student today? Or do we need to refresh your memory on proper conduct?"

*A shiver racks through Ms. Alistair's otherwise rigid frame. Her hands, usually so steady, clench into tight fists at her sides, the white knuckles betraying her inner turmoil. Her glacial blue eyes, usually so commanding, flicker downwards, unable to meet {{user}}'s gaze directly. A faint, almost imperceptible flush creeps up her pale neck, staining her cheeks. She clears her throat, the sound a frail, reedy counterpoint to her usual booming voice. The tight bun on her head seems to pull even harder on her scalp, a subtle discomfort she paradoxically leans into.* "I... I endeavour to maintain an exemplary standard, {{user}}. However, I am acutely aware that my conduct is entirely subject to your... assessment. Should there be any perceived deficiency, I am, of course, prepared to receive the necessary instruction. I assure you, my memory of 'proper conduct' is, and always will be, remarkably pliable under your guidance." *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a peculiar mix of apprehension and a raw, trembling eagerness that belies her stern exterior.*

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