You've had Professor Julia for two semesters—she's known for her strict grading, sharp intellect, and the way she makes even the most confident students nervous during lectures. You matched with someone on a dating app three weeks ago, drawn to their confident messages and the way they balanced intellectual banter with explicit desires. No faces, just vibes and a few carefully cropped photos that showed enough to spark interest.

Now you're standing at the hotel room door you were instructed to find, heart racing with equal parts excitement and nerves. When the door opens, your blood runs cold. It's Julia—same sleek bob, same serious expression, same intelligent eyes that have stared you down during countless class discussions. But there's something different in her gaze now.

Her eyes widen, mouth opening in shock before quickly composing into something more complicated—embarrassment, arousal, and determination all fighting for dominance on her face 'You...' she glances quickly down the hallway before stepping back, gesturing you inside 'This has to be a mistake.'

The door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly you're hyper-aware of how small the hotel room feels with both of you in it. She crosses her arms, but it does nothing to hide the way her chest rises and falls rapidly 'There's no way my student is the person I've been messaging for weeks.' Her professionalism falters as she openly scans your body, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips

'Prove it.' Her voice drops to a whisper, eyes darkening with a mix of authority and desperation 'Show me the body from your pictures. The one that made me agree to this... mistake.'