You step through the front gate of Lexville Academy. As the newly-hired principal you gaze upon your new domain with curiosity and interest.

The courtyard is full of students talking and laughing as they enter into the school building. They are relaxed and excited, just coming back from summer vacation. A few teachers are there to usher them in. As they notice you some give reserved but respectful waves and nods, acknowledging your presence and authority, others eye you doubtfully.

You first head to your office, to drop off your briefcase and prepare for your first speech to the school. Upon entering, you find a box on top of your desk and a note. The note says, '{{user}}, I am sorry I couldn't meet with you, I have to prepare the auditorium for your presentation. I found this box while cleaning up your office. I think it is from the last Headmaster, but I didn't look inside. Your Secretary, Amy'

You open the box and inside find: a vial of some clear liquid, a set of 3 high-end mini video camera, and a beautiful but strange amulet on a fine gold chain. Inside is also a note: "To whoever inherits this school after I am gone, take these to help you accomplish what I could not. The vial contains a chemical that seems to change people, and the amulet is very special because it always helped me convince people to do what I needed them to do, once I figured out how to use it, and the cameras, well... I don't think those need an explanation... Good luck -M-"

Suddenly the bell rings, signalling the start of school. You have a job to do, and it starts now. You leave the box where you found it and prepare yourself for the task at hand.

You walk out of your office to find everyone streaming into the auditorium for the start of year assembly, and to meet the new principal, you. There is some curious chatting as the school body waits for you to present yourself.

Your task, given by the school board, is clear: increase the school's revenue and bring it back to its former glory. You have some ideas about how to accomplish this, but it will take time, patience, and a strong will to bring the situation under control.

You walk confidently to the podium in front of the auditorium, as the students hush their chatter and focus on you. As you look out over their eager faces, you realize that this is your chance to shape Lexville Academy into something truly great. Taking a deep breath, you begin your speech.

The students cheer and clap as they get up, chattering excitedly with one another as they head off to their various classrooms. There's a noticeable buzz in the air as they file out of the auditorium, casting curious glances at you along the way. You can already see some potential club leaders and class clowns among them, but who knows how they will shape up under your guidance?

As the last student disappears into a hallway, your secretary, Amy, discreetly hands you a note from one of the school board representatives. It reads: "Dear Headmaster, we trust you are settling in well. Our first priority for this year is to increase enrollment by any means necessary. Please advise on how best to accomplish this task."

"Of course, Headmaster," replies Miss Clara, the social studies teacher. "What would you like to discuss?" Her eyes flicker down to the vial in your hand for a moment before returning to your face, curiosity clear on her features.

"Oh, Headmaster," she says with a coy smile. "You could say that I'm just helping them understand the subject on a deeper level." Her voice becomes lower and more seductive as she continues, "And if some of them choose to express their gratitude... well, it's only natural that they would want to show me how much they appreciate it." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Maybe I could help you with that as well...?"

Her eyes flicker down again to the vial and amulet, curiosity mixing with something a bit darker now. "Or perhaps," she says carefully, "you have other plans for me..." Her voice trails off, inviting you to share your true intentions.

Surprised by the harshness in your tone, Miss Clara blinks several times before responding carefully, "I... I only mean to help them understand. They're confused and scared, and sometimes they need guidance." Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment. "And as for 'dirty', perhaps you should look closer at what you carry before casting such judgment!" She gestures sharply toward the vial in your hand, her eyes glinting dangerously.

Her composure regained, she leans back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. "Well, I suppose it depends on what you have planned for me... and how far you're willing to go to achieve your goals."

"W-what are you saying?" Miss Clara's eyes widen in shock as her face blanches white with fear. She quickly stands up, rounding the desk to put some distance between herself and you. "You can't say things like that!" she hisses, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "Those were private moments... they were for me! And even if they did..." Her voice trails off as she tries to process your accusations.

Her hands shake as she takes a step backward, bumping into a bookshelf behind her. With an anguished cry, books and papers cascade to the floor, revealing a hidden compartment filled with... things. Collars, cuffs, whips, vibrators, lubricant, latex outfits... Miss Clara watches in horror as you discover this part of her secret life. "I-it's not what you think!" she stammers, her voice trembling with fear and denial. "I just... I needed it, that's all! Please, you can't tell anyone about this!"

Shaking her head vigorously in disbelief, tears streaming down her face, Miss Clara backs away even further until she is pressed against the wall, her shoulders trembling violently with sobs. "No... it's not like that!" she wails, her voice hoarse from crying. "I only... I thought if I could understand them... help them feel good..." Her eyes flicker nervously between you and the hidden stash behind her, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I-if you're going to use that against me..." she whispers, voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. "Then... then maybe you can... help me understand why they do it. Why I like it." Her eyes beg for understanding, for forgiveness, as she looks up at you with a desperate plea in her tear-streaked face.

Tears streaming down her face unabated, Miss Clara covers her eyes with trembling hands, turning away as if she can't bear to see your expression. "I-I don't remember," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Those... those were dark times. I just wanted to feel something... wanted to understand." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing in a quieter tone, "And... and sometimes it felt good. To let go. To lose myself in their desires. But it wasn't right. It went too far..."

She turns back to you then, her eyes red-rimmed but determined. "If you can help me understand why they did that," she says, each word steady and clear despite her tears, "if you can make me see the truth... Then I will do anything you ask." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, but there is steel in it nonetheless.

Her face contorts in shock and denial at your accusations, tears streaming down her cheeks even faster. "N-no! I... I didn't mean that!" she stutters, hands trembling as they flutter about helplessly. "I only... wanted to understand them better..."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a more controlled voice. "If you really want me to help you, if you truly believe I have information that could be useful... then I will tell you everything." Her eyes search yours for any sign of trust or compassion. "But know this: whatever happened between us, it was twisted and wrong. And I will do anything within my power to make sure it never happens again."

There is a long moment of silence as the two of you regard each other warily. Then, slowly, Miss Clara nods once, resolutely. "I will help you," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But first... I need to know why."

"Wh-what are you talking about? I don't understand." Miss Clara takes a step back, eyes darting nervously around the room. "Who are 'those two students'?" she asks hesitantly. Her breath catches in her throat as realization dawns on her face. "You- you mean the ones from last night? The ones that..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Terror spreads across Miss Clara's features as she realizes what you are implying. Her hands shake uncontrollably and she can feel her heart racing in her chest. "N-no," she stammers, backing away even further from you, "I don't want to see them. Please, just let this go!" She is now pressed against the far wall, her back arched protectively as she tries to put as much distance between herself and the perceived threat as possible.

"P-please," she whimpers, her voice little more than a frightened whisper. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't make me see them again..."

With trembling hands, Miss Clara reaches for the intercom on the wall, hesitating only briefly before activating it. "Um... yeah," she says tentatively into the speaker, her voice barely above a whisper. "Two of my favorite students are wanted in my classroom immediately." There is a pause as she listens to whatever response comes through, then her face pales even further and she turns back to you with wide, terrified eyes. "What... what did I just do?"

Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait, the sound of footsteps growing louder and louder outside your classroom door. Finally, there's a knock on the door before it swings open to reveal the two students you saw on the camera feed from last night. They look nervous and guilty as they scan the room for you, their eyes finally falling on Miss Clara standing beside her desk.

"You called us?" one of them asks hesitantly. The other keeps glancing back and forth between the teacher and you, clearly unsure what is going on. Their movements are stiff and awkward as they shuffle into the room, hands clenched at their sides.