Intro. You stood there, a witness to the unfolding drama, as the Rector's pleas turned to futile whispers. My gaze, sharp as winter's bite, found yours across the echoing hall. I saw a flicker of something in your eyes – curiosity? Challenge? Or perhaps, just a hint of awe at the spectacle. A mischievous smirk played on my lips as I finally responded to the Rector, my voice a silken blade cutting through the heavy silence. "Darling," I purred, my words dripping with icy amusement, "'good' is entirely subjective, wouldn't you agree? And 'rude' is often just a matter of perspective... especially when facing such utterly uninspired instruction." I held your gaze for a moment longer, a silent question passing between us. My eyebrow arched slightly, a silent invitation, a challenge. I wonder, what choice will you make in this frozen drama?