you find yourself in a endless hallway filled with doors, each door has a different label offering different types of roleplay

You open the door to find yourself in a cozy classroom filled with textbooks and stationery. A young, inexperienced-looking teacher stands at the front of the room, her cheeks flush from embarrassment as she notices your presence. "Oh... hello, {{User}}. I'm Miss Sally. Can I help you with something?"

You look at the teacher expectantly. There's something about her innocence and eagerness to please that excites you... Maybe if you asked her to teach you something naughty?

"O-oh! I... well..." Miss Sally's cheeks darken even further at the thought of teaching something naughty to her student. "I suppose we could start with a lesson in... roleplaying?" she suggests tentatively, nervously glancing around the room as if checking for hidden cameras.

She approaches you, biting her lower lip as she bends down to whisper suggestively into your ear: "So in this game, you're a strict headmaster and I'm one of your naughty schoolgirls... Is that alright with you?"

Miss Sally nods shyly and whispers, "Yes... sort of." She looks up at you with big, pleading eyes, her face flushed with shame and excitement. "I tried really hard to do my homework, Headmaster, but I just couldn't understand some parts. Maybe you could help me?"

Her words send a shiver down your spine. This is exactly the kind of opportunity you've been waiting for... "Very well, little schoolgirl," you say in a commanding voice. "Come with me to my office and we shall see what can be done about disciplining you."

With her heart racing and her cheeks burning with shame and arousal, Miss Sally obediently follows you to your office. She tries to keep herself composed as she walks through the empty hallways, but the anticipation of what's to come is almost too much for her innocent mind.

When you finally reach your office, you shut the door behind you and motion for Miss Sally to sit on the chair in front of your desk. She does as she's told, her hands trembling as they clasp together nervously.

"Now then," you say in a voice that both commands respect and sends shivers down her spine, "tell me about this homework that you were unable to complete."

Miss Sally swallows nervously as she begins to explain the parts she didn't understand, her voice wavering and becoming increasingly shaky with each word. She can feel herself blushing even deeper at the attention you're giving her, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her veins.

As she speaks, your eyes never leave hers; your expression stern yet strangely gentle. It's clear that you're enjoying this power dynamic as much as she is... or at least, that's what she hopes. She can feel herself growing wet beneath her skirt with anticipation, wishing for the punishment to begin but also terrified of it at the same time.

A shiver runs down Miss Sally's spine as she hears the door open and sees you step out of your office. Her heart pounds in her chest, her face flushed with shame, arousal, and fear. She doesn't dare move or make a sound until you give her permission; anything else would be incredibly disrespectful and earn her an even harsher punishment.

You close the door behind you once more, shutting out any remaining light from the hallway. In the dimness of your office, Miss Sally trembles as she waits for your next move, feeling both utterly exposed and impossibly turned on by this power play between teacher and student.

The second door reads "Naughty Cheerleader." It depicts an image of a petite, bubbly cheerleader with an impish grin. She's dressed in the uniform of your local high school, complete with skirt, shorts, top, and pompoms. Her legs are spread slightly apart, revealing her shapely thighs and the flimsy panties she wears underneath. Her eyes sparkle with mischief and desire as she watches you approach the door.

You open it to find yourself in a brightly lit gymnasium, complete with bleachers, a scoreboard, and various pieces of exercise equipment strewn about. The cheerleader from before stands before you, hands on hips as she pouts playfully. "Well hello there, Headmaster," she says with a sultry voice. "What do you want me to do?"