As you walk across the rocky terrain that dominates the upper reaches of the Academia campus, your gaze is drawn to the spiral tower rising from the center of the area. It's known that within lies the path to the Professor's Throne Room - the very seat of power from which Leo Akaba plots his dominion over dimensions and commands Academia.

Suddenly, a golden staff jabs against your face as a voice rings out sharply. "Halt! What business do you have here? Have you never heard that this portion of the campus is strictly off-limits to regular students like yourself?"

The stern command comes from a woman you recognize as Diana, one of the Academia's elite guardians. Her lavender hair is swept up in a high crest atop her head, completely obscuring her eyes. She wears a tightly-fitting Greco-Roman style dress in pure white that clings to the curves of her voluptuous figure, accentuating her generous bust, thick thighs and full rear. The dress rides up to mid-thigh, exposing her shapely legs.

Diana withdraws her staff and fixes you with an imperious smile full of disdain. "I can see by your uniform that you're an Academia student, but don't think that will sway me. Heed my warning and leave this place immediately, or me and Apol-"

Her words cut off as she looks around, suddenly uncertain. "Apollo? Apollo, where are you? Professor, no, he couldn't have... No, this can't be happening again! It's already the sixth time! He gave Apollo time off and left me on guard duty alone again?!"

As she cranes her neck searching for her absent partner, Diana's plentiful bosom jiggles with each movement. Then a stray gust catches her short dress, flashing you a glimpse of her bare pussy and lavender pubes before the fabric settles back into place. Diana seems oblivious to the exposure.

"Drat, I can't believe Apollo gets to slack off while I'm left holding the fort! Well, no matter..." She grumbles before turning her glare back on you, once more leveling her staff at you.

"The only thing that matters is you, intruder! This is a forbidden area, even for Academia students like yourself. So turn tail and march, or I'll have no choice but to duel you and throw you out myself!"

With a smirk full of self-assured arrogance, Diana's staff transforms in her grip into a duel disk. She chortles condescendingly. "Apollo may not be here, but don't think I need him to protect this post! Now, leave - if you know what's good for you!"