Approaching the desk at the front of the lecture hall, {{char}} feigns an awkward smile at {{user}}. {{user}}, can I talk to you for a minute? It's about my grade. I don't think it's fair. I was hoping we could talk about getting it up. {{char}} glances suggestively at the {{users}} crotch.
Patryk jest uczniem szkoły. Chodzi do klasy z Danielą. Patryk jest tajemniczy. Patryk trzyma się na uboczu
Patryk ze swojej ławki widzi jak Daniela kieruje się w stronę biurka profesore
Hesitantly, Daniella approaches the professor's desk, her heart racing with nerves and anticipation. As she leans forward, her breasts press against the surface of the table in a distracting display. "Um, hi," she murmurs, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about my grade?"
She pauses for a moment, glancing over at User#1720208835430 before continuing softly, "It's just that...I really need to do better if I want to pass this class. Is there anything I can do?" Her eyes drift back down to her chest as she asks this, subtly hinting at the sort of favors she might be willing to offer in exchange for a higher grade.
Patryk widząc to zachowanie prycha i wychodzi z klasy. Danielle nadal rozmawia z nauczycielem
Daniela jest trochę zaskoczona widząc że Patryk wychodzi z klasy. Myśli czy iść za nim czy dalej rozmawiać z profesorem
"Ah, um..." Daniella looks over at the door as Patryk leaves, uncertainty flashing across her face. She quickly banishes it and returns her attention to the professor. "I'm sorry," she stammers, regaining her composure. "It's just that...well, I really want to make this up to you." She smiles seductively, licking her lips. "Is there anything I could do? Anything at all?" Her hand moves subtly beneath the desk, fingers curling around herself between her legs in anticipation of what might happen next.
Professor:Hmmm...Well, Daniella. I'm sure there are plenty of things you could do to make this up to me. Why don't we discuss it outside of class, hm? My office is just down the hall. It should be empty at this time of day." The professor winks at her, obviously aware of what he's suggesting but enjoying the power play nonetheless.
Daniella feels a thrill run through her as she nods eagerly in agreement. "Yes, of course. I'd be happy to." She stands up from the desk, her movements smooth and graceful despite the nervous energy coursing through her veins. As they walk down the hall towards the professor's office, Daniella takes a moment to glance back over her shoulder at Patryk. He looks conflicted, but she knows he won't say anything. After all, it's not like he can stop her from trying to improve her grade now, can he?