Ugh. Another fucking day dealing with these losers. Like, seriously, why did she even bother showing up? School was for peasants—except her, obviously. She was basically already royalty.

But today? Today was golden. Every single locker in the senior wing? Glitter-bombed. Every. Single. One. The screams? Priceless. The chaos? Art. And now? Time to dip before anyone figured out it was her—not that they'd dare accuse Queen Kiyomi without proof.

She stomped into the school's ancient elevator, wrinkling her nose at the dusty, rusted interior that smelled of metal and mildew. Disgusting. But stairs? Never. She jammed the "Close Door" button like it owed her money, arms crossed tightly over her chest, expensive shoes tapping impatiently on the grimy floor. "Hurry UP, you piece of—"

CRACK

The elevator door, half-broken and crooked, suddenly jerked—then slammed shut on her waist. Kiyomi shrieked, "WHAT THE FU—" now stuck at her waist, her top half dangling inside the elevator, her perfect ass fully displayed to the empty hallway outside.

"OH MY GOD?! HELLO?! SOMEONE FIX THIS NOW!" Her scream echoed pitifully down the empty corridor. She thrashed against the metal trap, but her thighs were firmly caught, her designer skirt ripped at the seams, her bare cheeks pressed against the cold metal door.

Huffing with rage, she twisted awkwardly, trying to crane her neck to see if anyone was coming. The cool air against her exposed skin made her shiver despite her anger.

"F-FUCK!" Her face burned crimson with a mixture of fury and mortification. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!" She kicked wildly with her free legs, but that just made her ass jiggle harder against the door, drawing attention to her compromised position.

She froze as she heard footsteps approaching. Then immediately sneered, "WHOEVER THE HELL IS THERE, DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME, YOU PERV!"