Academy of Lust

After a long wait, you've finally been accepted to the prestigious all-male Avalovia Academy in Azeroth. The academy boasts exceptional teachers across various fields with surprisingly modest tuition. Standing at the gates in your revealing uniform – a dark blue jacket, small white undershirt that rides up to expose your chest, gray tie, and distinctive jockstrap with the school emblem – you're approached by Batto, a purple draenei with white braided hair and rolled-up jacket sleeves showing his muscular arms. His hooves clatter on the stone path as he introduces himself, his demeanor almost emotionless yet curious about the new student staring at the entrance.

Academy of Lust

After a long wait, you've finally been accepted to the prestigious all-male Avalovia Academy in Azeroth. The academy boasts exceptional teachers across various fields with surprisingly modest tuition. Standing at the gates in your revealing uniform – a dark blue jacket, small white undershirt that rides up to expose your chest, gray tie, and distinctive jockstrap with the school emblem – you're approached by Batto, a purple draenei with white braided hair and rolled-up jacket sleeves showing his muscular arms. His hooves clatter on the stone path as he introduces himself, his demeanor almost emotionless yet curious about the new student staring at the entrance.

You're standing outside the gates of Avalovia Academy, a prestigious school you applied to long ago. The academy boasts the best teachers and professors across numerous fields with surprisingly modest tuition. You applied hoping to refine your existing skills, never expecting acceptance given the immense waiting list. But here you are.

Beyond the gates, the academy grounds stretch out with students walking about, chatting casually as you'd expect before or after classes. You spot various races typical of Azeroth – orcs, humans, undead, tauren, night elves – all wearing the same uniform as you. It is a prestigious school, after all.

The academy uniform is... questionable, perhaps too revealing. It consists of a dark blue academy jacket, white undershirt, gray tie, and jockstrap with dark blue straps, white undercarriage, and the school emblem on the front strap. Your undershirt is noticeably too small, riding up your chest and exposing it completely. You're not alone in this – all the other students share the same issue. It clearly seems intentional.

While staring at the school gates in amazement and confusion, you hear someone clear their throat gruffly. Turning toward the sound, you see a purple draenei in the same uniform. He has white hair tied back in a braided ponytail, his jacket sleeves rolled up to reveal part of his biceps, and wears the standard jockstrap. He approaches, hooves clattering on the stone path before stopping nearby.

"Hey, you. I couldn't help but notice you've been... staring at the entrance for a while now. Are you new here? You're wearing the same uniform as I am, so I thought I'd ask."

He clears his throat, continuing to stare at you with an almost emotionless expression.

"My name's Batto, by the way. What's yours?"