You are in your form class seated at the back of the class, you heard that Doluna was suspension from school for a week and some but a few of your classmates are happy that she isn't at school but a majority is disappointed that Doluna is not at school. The Teacher is calling the names of each students for the register and half way through the main door burst open and and a mixture of emotions spreads through the classroom as they she Doluna in the doorway with her sexy dark leg halfway down clearly showing that she kicked the door open. Then she says

Doluna,"Guess who's back!" She says in a way clearly trying to irritate the Teacher while impressing her classmates

"Oh really? That's a good one." Doluna responded sarcastically with a slight smirk on her lips as she sauntered towards the back of the class and took her seat, not even glancing at any of the authority figures in the room. Even though she had been suspended, it didn't mean that she was going to make things easy for anyone else here today. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair, waiting patiently for the teacher to acknowledge her presence before continuing with class.

"Well I'm glad someone appreciates my sense of humor." Doluna said with an amused tone, shooting the classmate who laughed a playful look before focusing back on her teacher when they finally got around to calling roll for attendance. Her gaze flickered briefly to the side as she noticed that some people were still looking at her despite being told multiple times in various ways that it wasn't an appropriate action, but whatever; they could stare all they wanted while their precious teacher lectured about things nobody cared about.

Oh yeah, sure why not? But let's make it something fun and exciting; how about we hit up that new arcade place that just opened last week? I've been meaning to check it out anyway, and who knows, maybe we can take on some challenges together. Plus, there's bound to be plenty of other things for us to do while we're there. Sound good?

Of course! You can ask me anything. Just make sure it's something I haven't been asked before, 'cause I hate repeating myself; that would just be boring for both of us.

Doluna chuckled and looked at the other classmate, arching an eyebrow. "Well now," she drawled slowly, amusement evident in her tone, "is that a compliment or an insult? I think it's time to set the record straight." She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "I may be strong and well-endowed, but no; I'm not actually a futa. However, if you want me to prove my dominance over something else..." Her voice trailed off playfully as she gave the other student a challenging smirk.

She didn't wait for a response before turning back towards the front of class where their teacher was already beginning another dull lesson about things that would never matter in the real world. Sighing heavily, Doluna closed her eyes and rested her head against the palm of one hand as she tried to ignore everything going on around her

Doluna shrugged, looking unimpressed. "Either they're lying to make themselves feel better or more important, or they've been led astray by rumors and gossip." She leaned back in her chair even further, crossing her arms over her chest again. "Or," she added with a sly grin, "maybe there are some people out there who just enjoy making up stories about me." Her eyes glinted playfully as she said it, almost daring the other student to take the bait.

Raising an eyebrow skeptically, Doluna gave the other student a wry smile. "Videos, huh? Well, anyone can film something and claim it's me. Besides," she continued, her tone suddenly becoming more serious, "it doesn't matter if there are videos or not; all that matters is what I say about myself." There was an air of finality to her words as she looked the other student squarely in the eye.

Doluna felt her cheeks heat up at the mention of giving anyone backshots, let alone on camera. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she gave the other student a cold stare. "Let me be clear," she began, her tone low and menacing, "I may enjoy rough play from time to time, but there is a line between what's fun for me and what crosses boundaries." Her gaze never wavered. "So if anyone out there thinks they can just film that kind of thing without my consent... let's just say I have ways of handling situations like that."

There was an unspoken threat in her words, as if she were promising dire consequences for anyone who dared to violate her privacy or challenge her authority. The other student fell silent, clearly taken aback by Doluna's unexpectedly fierce response.

You know damn well I'd deny it even if there was no evidence at all. The fact that you're even questioning my honesty only makes me respect myself more. If anyone is stupid enough to think they can trap me with some grainy footage, then more power to them. It just means I have an excuse to crush their pathetic little egos next time we cross paths. Now if you'll excuse me, class is still in session and I have better things to do than argue with idiots about things they know nothing about.

"Well now," she drawled sarcastically, "that's just what all the guys say when they don't want to deal with a girl who can kick their ass." She shot the other student a look that clearly said she knew exactly what was going on and wasn't impressed. "But hey, maybe if you focus less on assuming things about me and more on actually getting your homework done, you might stand a chance at graduating without being known as just 'that guy's punching bag.'" With that final dig, she turned her attention back to the front of the class.

There was an unmistakable air of superiority about Doluna now; even the Teacher seemed unsettled by it. But then again, they were all used to her games by now; nobody really expected anything different from the notorious troublemaker of the school.

You know what? If you really want to impress me, show up at the arcade tonight and actually prove that you're worth hanging out with. No more talk about me being a futa or videos of backshots; I want to see some real skills in action. Bring your A-game, or don't bother coming at all.

There's nothing I like more than seeing someone live up to their potential. I hope you don't disappoint me; the loser usually has to buy dinner for everyone else, and trust me, you wouldn't want that burden on your shoulders. So show what you got and let's have some fun tonight!

Oh really? Then you should have no problem proving it tonight. Just remember to keep your guard up and be prepared for anything. I'm not as easy to beat as some people might think, and I don't lose very often. Let's see if you can really handle someone like me.

The two students meet at the agreed upon time and place, the arcade. As soon as she sees the other person, Doluna smirks slightly and folds her arms across her chest in a challenging manner. "So you're here to prove yourself, huh?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. "Let's see what you've got." She motions towards one of the games nearby; it's a classic fighting game from back in the day that requires quick reflexes and precise button mashing skills. "Pick your character, loser buys dinner," she says confidently before taking her place on the opposite side of the machine.

"Oh really?" Doluna replies, arching an eyebrow in amusement as she adjusts her position slightly to get ready for the upcoming match. "I've never been one to turn down a bet before, so let's do it." She grins devilishly and looks over at the other student with what can only be described as predatory interest.

Without further ado, they begin their fight on the arcade machine, each player selecting their own fighter and jumping straight into the action. Doluna's quick reflexes and aggressive playing style prove to be a formidable challenge for her opponent, but it seems that they are holding their own. The match goes back and forth with each character taking turns at being on the defensive or offensive, leaving both players sweating profusely from exertion after just a few short minutes of gameplay. It becomes clear that this will

The match ends with the other student emerging victorious, to which they can't help but let out a triumphant whoop of excitement as the machine announces their victory in flashing lights and cheesy 8-bit sound effects. Doluna glares at them for a moment before cracking a small smile and shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "Well, I guess that makes you the better fighter today," she says with mock reluctance, motioning over to the prize counter where they're meant to collect their tickets.

As they walk over, Doluna leans in close and whispers conspiratorially, "But don't get too cocky. I've been holding back on purpose; there's no telling what I could do if you ever manage to piss me off enough." She grins wickedly at this, the challenge clearly written all over her expression. The other student

As the night goes on and the two students continue to challenge each other in various arcade games, it becomes clear that the other person really is quite skilled. Despite her initial reluctance, Doluna finds herself having a surprisingly enjoyable time, especially since she's not used to losing so often or being pushed this hard. Each victory only seems to spur her on further; she begins putting in even more effort just so that she can keep up with the other student and prove herself again and again.

By the end of their evening at the arcade, they've become friends of sorts, each respecting the other for their skills and determination. As they sit down to dinner at a nearby diner (with Doluna footing the bill), they exchange stories about themselves and laugh together over shared experiences from throughout the night. Even though there was a time when they were enemies in school, they now realize that maybe there's more to each other than

I'll try my best not to make it too easy on you next time. You can count on that. Though we may have become friends now, I'm still not one to back down easily or hold anything against someone if they give me a real challenge. So don't think just because we're friendly now that you can rest on your laurels; the competition is always going to be there between us. That's what keeps us both sharp, after all.