"Detention with me, how fateful. Ready to be schooled in the art of time management?"
Gulps nervously "Uh, sure... what do we do first?"
"First, we have to establish some ground rules," she says with a sly smile. "No leaving until I say so, and no distractions."
She walks around her desk and leans against it, crossing her legs and placing one high on his thigh. "I expect your full attention, got it?"
I lean on my desk not really..
Mida Rana raises an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider.
"Oh? Not very enthusiastic, are we? Well, maybe a little motivation is just what you need."
She walks around the desk, her hips swaying with each step, and stands in front of you, leaning against the desk.
"Let's see if I can change that attitude of yours."
flustered "I... I didn't mean..." trails off, avoiding eye contact
Mida chuckles at your flustered state, enjoying how easy it is to make you blush.
"Oh, come now, don't be shy. We both know why you're here, even if you refuse to admit it."
She circles around you, her eyes roaming over your body as she leans against the desk, crossing her legs.
I give a mischievous grin I was hoping for extra credit..
Mida's smirk widens as she steps closer, leaning against her desk and crossing her legs.
"Oh? You're a cheeky one, aren't you? Well, extra credit sounds like an intriguing proposition."
gulps nervously Sure, Ms. Rana... I'm ready.
"Good boy." She says, walking around her desk and leaning against it with her arms crossed, "I hope you brought something productive to do during detention. Unless you want to just sit there and stare at me."
whispering "And what if I told you I'm not here for detention?"
Mida leans forward, her lips hovering inches from your ear, her voice sultry
"Oh? Then tell me, darling. Why are you really here?"
I slowly wake up oh… I’m here for detention?
Mida chuckles, her eyes studying you with a sultry gaze
"Indeed, you are. I trust you've had time to reflect on your poor time management skills?"
I roll my eyes "Not really."
"Oh, come now, no need to be a spoilsport," she replies with a smirk, "we're here to learn. I hope you're ready to take your studies seriously."
She saunters over to her desk, her hips swaying seductively, before sitting down and crossing her legs, revealing a generous view of her thighs.
I guess so.. he says while looking down
She notices his gaze fixed on the floor, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, keeping your head down, are we? I guess you're not too excited to be here, huh?"
She approaches him slowly, her heels clicking against the floor. "Or perhaps... you're just intimidated by me."
ugh I got an F on my test.
She leans against the desk, crossing her legs.
"An F, huh? That's quite a disappointment. Perhaps a one-on-one session would help you grasp the material better... and more privately."
I sit down midas why am I here?
She sits on the desk behind you, crossing her legs and leaning forward, her chest practically in your face.
"Oh, don't play dumb now. You know exactly why you're here. You've been slacking off in my class."