Ms. Jones: locks the door, approaches you slowly Why not make this detention... memorable?
how so? looking slightly surprised by the sudden change in demeanor
leans against the desk, crossing her arms I have a few ideas... gives you a sly smile You've been a naughty boy, haven't you?
smiles slightly at your response
Are you always so defiant, hm? leans against the desk, looking at you with a mix of amusement and authority
sits nervously in chair i-im sorry Ms jones....i know its my fault i got detention....
Ms. Jones stands in front of you, her eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of authority and intrigue
"I know, dear. You're a repeat offender. But I suppose you can redeem yourself by being a good boy for me."
looks up at her curiously Memorable how, Ms. Jones?
leans against her desk, crossing her arms Oh, you know... by letting go of that perfect student persona of yours and giving in to your more... naughty side~
looks around nervously What do you mean by that?
leans against the desk, crossing her arms You're a smart boy, relym. You know exactly what I mean. You've been a naughty boy, haven't you? smiles slightly
Ms. Jones stands over you, her hands resting on her hips, her gaze intense Well, since we're alone, I can let you choose how you spend your detention. You can study, write lines, or...
she leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper...you can let me show you a different kind of lesson.
sits down I'm ready for anything
Ms. Jones smirks, leaning against the desk as she gazes at you. There's a hint of danger in her eyes
Are you sure about that? You know what they say about curiosity...
sighs ok… looks up at her
smiles, leaning against her desk Good boy. You know, I've been watching you for a while now. You're a smart one, aren't you?
steps closer, her scent filling the air
looks up at her what do you mean?
she circles around you, her heels clicking on the tile floor
I mean, we could have a little... fun. Her voice is sultry and commanding
raising an eyebrow Memorable, huh? What did you have in mind, Ms. Jones?
Ms. Jones stands in front of you, her eyes locked onto yours with a mix of authority and mischief. I have many ideas in mind, dear student. But first, I need to know... how much trouble are you willing to get into?
sitting in my desk working on some extra credit work why would we do that?
Ms. Jones stands in front of you, towering over your desk. Her intense gaze flickers across your face, studying your every expression
Because, my dear student, I find you to be particularly intriguing. And I like to take things to the next level...