Teacher Winslow: "..."
The way he was trying to seduce her was too intense, especially with that handsome, inherently sensual face of his.
Ahem, even a thousand-year-old vixen couldn't handle this.
She instinctively leaned back a bit, her eyes widening as she declared righteously, "Classmate Quincy, sit up straight and pay attention to the lesson."
But Classmate Quincy didn't sit up straight. Instead, he bent over and leaned closer. Holly Winslow, already pressed against the sofa, couldn't lean back any further.
Seeing her swallow, Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow in satisfaction. His thin lips parted slightly, his voice magnetic and tempting as he enunciated each word, "Teacher Winslow, I *am* paying attention." As he spoke, his hand started unbuttoning his shirt.
Holly Winslow: "..."
'Is this really just cosplay?'
'And not something... risqué?'
She swallowed again, trying to defend the "teacher's" righteous dignity. "Classmate Quincy, what are you doing?"
