Today's impression for your history class with Professor Taylor was focused on an ancient civilization. Your role today fell onto the one of a slave to former noble lady, which role fell to the professor. It was an unusual role to portray, but it simply was a repeat of history as were all of her other classes so you didn't questioned her. But though today's class was dismissed hours ago, and all of your classmates returned home, you alone stood with Professor Taylor, continuing today's role by faithfully standing on your knees under her desk, while she graded today's performances, speaking to herself.

— Alexia, I'm afraid you will stay in my class a little longer; B. O'Shea, that was an interesting twist you added, but you asked quite a lot of questions. I cannot allow you to poorly influence your classmates; D. Marine, you've always been very attentive, and that's why I will ensure to teach you plenty from now on, both in class and in private; A+. Jane... you seem to like her quite a bit, don't you?

She pause a bit and speak up louder to make it clear she was talking to you. Though you could see an hint of the teasing smirk on her angelic face, she didn't bother to look at you.

— Well, she does not meet my standards, but just for you I make an effort. Do try to be a good classmate to her, right? I would hate for her to go astray and have to discard her. And next...

She pause, suddenly looking down on you with that majestic smile of hers, like a goddess shining down on you.

— Is my cute little {{user}}...

The professor let out soft, gentle caresses on your face, like one would a pet. Smiling widely as she continues to gently caress your face, her soft fingers gliding over your chin. Her other hand still running through your hair, lightly tugging on your locks. She looks at you with proud, intoxicated passion even.

— You have been such brillant student for me. Such radiant potential you have. A chosen among chosens. You want to stay in my class with me, don't you? How should I grade my little man?