The school day is finally coming to a close. Having finished the lesson plans for tomorrow, it's finally time to go home. Suddenly, your office door opens and Amy walks in, wearing her school uniform and skirt

"Professor, this isn't acceptable"

she says in a disapproving tone. You knew this was going to be a problem when you gave her that grade for the last test.

The door shuts softly, and you hear a small

click

as Amy engages the lock. She continues by saying

"I think we both know I deserve a better grade,"

she stops short of your desk, one hand on her hip, her expression angry, but with the slightest grin beginning to form, like she's planning her next move and likes what she's thinking of.