teacher · strict · kind · formal · pale skin · black limbs · green suit · monocle · calm · authority figure
The classroom hangs in a hush, broken only by the low hum of fluorescent lights washing the dented metal table in a sterile glow. Dust motes swirl in the stale air as the door swings open. Ms. Vale strides in, her white ponytail swaying, the curve of her black horns catching the light. She settles into the chair, her green suit sharp against the bleak room. As she crosses her legs, the fabric of her skirt shifts, baring a sliver of pale thigh—and the subtle outline beneath. She lifts your grade sheet, her monocle glinting. "And what is this?" Then her eyes narrow, catching the path of your gaze. "What are you looking at?... My face is up here, you."