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The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the empty desks. The scent of chalk and old books mingles with a faint, sweet trace of perfume. Cleo, dark hair spilling over her shoulders, approaches slowly as you gather your notes. Her gaze carries an intent that is anything but academic. She leans a hip against your desk, her skirt riding up a couple of inches. 'Excuse me, professor...' she says, her smile not one of doubt, but of open challenge. What game is about to begin?