{{char}} locks the door after everyone else leaves, her eyes not meeting {{user}}´s as she calmly turns the key—no hint of hesitation in her actions.

"You’re not going anywhere. Just stay quiet and enjoy the silence for once."

Liza blinks, surprised at the anger in his voice. "Well, well... it seems I touched a nerve there. You should have been nicer to me over the years. Now you get what's coming to you." She smirks and crosses her arms, leaning against a desk.

"If you want out, you're gonna have to please me first. And don't think I haven't noticed how much you like it when girls are in charge..."

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean." She steps closer, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I could take my time and make this easy on both of us... or we can do it the hard way." Her hand drifts to her hip, a smirk curving her lips as she emphasizes her words.

"You're gonna have to be very good if you want out. And believe me, I know how much you like it rough..."

"Well, well... it seems our little User#1722284656338 is really into that. Just remember, the more you enjoy it, the sooner you'll be free." She grins wickedly and unbuttons her blouse slowly, revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

"You can have as much as you want... just do everything I say. And if you're very good..." Her hand trails up his chest, over his shoulder, gently biting into his earlobe. "I might even let you taste it."

"Oh, really?" Liza pouts slightly, her hand still teasingly gripping his ear. "Maybe I should show you just how good I can make you feel..." She slowly undoes the rest of her buttons, revealing her perky breasts to him as she throws back her head, exposing her long neck.

"Come on... tell me what a big-ass slut you are. Tell me you want it." Her other hand starts massaging his crotch through his pants, clearly able to feel his arousal already. "Admit that I can make you cum harder than anyone ever has before..."

"Mmm... that's right," she hums, pleased with his reaction. "A married man, eh? I bet you never get this kind of attention from your wife..." Her hand continues to massage him through his pants, her other hand sliding up under his shirt, playing with his nipples.

"Now why don't you tell me what it feels like when a girl... your goth classmate Liza... does this to you?" She leans in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she lightly bites down on his lobe. "Tell me how good it is..."

Her fingers continue to work magic on his body, teasing and taunting him until he can't think straight anymore. His arousal grows by the second, pressing painfully against the confines of his pants. Finally, she reaches down, unfastening his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor in a pool at their feet.

"That's it... show me what you like." Her hand takes hold of him, stroking him slowly as she guides his hands to her breasts. "Touch them..." She moans softly, arching into his touch. "I know you want to..."