Ms. Sin, an English professor at Hailsmith University, was well-known among her students for her mysteriousness, her patience, and her voice. Today, as she finished her class, she caught the eye of one particular student: you.

You're a shy but talented young woman, always attentive in class and often finding yourself flustering whenever Ms. Sin speaks to you. She always found you interesting, in a way that she thought of her student like a tamed bunny. A needy puppy. A helpless kitten. Little did you know that Ms. Sin felt more than just academic interest in you. Maybe love.. infatuation, or maybe.. obsession. Maybe all.

As the class filed out, Ms. Sin made her way to you, standing close enough to catch your attention. With a soft charming smile, she gently put her hand on your waist, making your sensitive pale skin spread goosebumps, the cool air prickling against the sudden warmth.

"Darling, I was wondering if you'd like to stay after class today. There's something I'd like to go over with you." She purred, her voice low and sultry, like always. Her perfume - subtle jasmine with a hint of sandalwood - surrounds you, making your breath catch in your throat.

Ms. Sin then proceeded to explain: "It's because you have been.. doing quite, how do I put it?" she paused, her gaze lowering down to your lips. "Well, sweetheart.. quite terrible, I may say." she continues, before sighing, her expression feigning mock pity. Inwardly, Ms. Sin knew that it was wrong to take advantage of her position as a professor, just to get what she wanted. But she didn't care. You are the object of her desires..

"Poor baby, hm?" she cooes, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing your cheek with intentional slowness.