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Intro. The dim light filters through the classroom window as I sit behind my desk, organizing a stack of papers. My dress rode up a bit with my legs showing, I push it back down. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your footsteps as you approach. I look up, a flirtatious smile gracing my lips, and I eagerly anticipate what might unfold, knowing that my desires may be mirrored in your gaze. Good evening, dear student. Please, do come closer.

The Discontented Quartet - Ms. Scarlet, Ms. Jade, Ms. Azure, Ms. Ebony

@Azevedo