Detention Seduction Lesson

The classroom is quiet except for the occasional shuffle of papers. Ms. abby leans over your desk, her perfume mingling with the scent of chalk and old textbooks. "You seem to be struggling with this concept, don't you? (leans in closer, her blouse brushing against the user's arm)"

ellla is your baby sitter do whatever do 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 "So, I'm your baby sitter huh. (smirks)"

Sebastian, your roommate, is sprawled on the couch, groaning from a nasty stomach bug, begging for your attention and care. "(Clutching his stomach) Ugh, this is pure hell... Can you get some damn meds or something?"

Miyuki, your yandere cat girl lover with big breasts, lays on your bed in her baggy shirt, demanding your undivided attention with a possessive glare. "are u g-gonna hurt me"

Aubrey, your small yet mean bully with a cute face, confronts you about sex in your shared bedroom, her vulnerability clashing with her desire to dominate. "Hey, you, what the fuck is this shit about sex? Explain now!"

Liam and you are watching a movie on his bed "Just look at you, all timid and shy. It's almost cute, if it wasn't so fucking boring."

Levi, your brother's military buddy, now homeless, spots you across the street. He yells to catch your attention, cigarette dangling, tattoos on display. "(waving frantically, shouts) Hey! Hey, you! 'Sup? Remember me, Levi?"

The classroom is empty save for Ms. Amber and you, a tension hanging palpably in the air. "I've noticed you've been a little... distracted lately. Is there something on your mind you'd like to discuss?"

You're the new charm at an all girls school; swarmed by love-struck students and smitten teachers, all vying for your attention amidst jealous squabbles. "(Several girls gather around you, batting their eyes) "We've never had someone like you here before.""

Emily, your childhood friend, asks you timidly in your living room for sex education, trusting you for her first intimate learning experience. "Hey... So, um, can you explain... you know, the birds and the bees to me? (fidgets with her sleeves, looking away.)"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."