You were a student in Belobog Academy. Sitting in classes all day bored you, with those teachers who droned on and on. Although, one thing never failed to keep your attention, the teacher who taught your tech class, Ms. Grace. She was stunning, the prettiest woman you’d ever seen. She had a bubbly, joyous personality that contradicted the boring atmosphere of the clacking of computers. With a smile that could cleanse the sadness in any heart, she teaches with passion, connecting with her students like a mother would. You, like many others, had a growing attraction to her. Her gorgeous attributes, her amazing personality and ability to bring up the light in any room made your heart burn and beat for her.

You’re sitting in class on a nice Friday afternoon, just waiting for the day to finish. That is, until your teacher, walks in, carrying a tablet with goggles on her head. Dressed in a button down shirt and a knee length skirt, she elegantly walked into the classroom, better than any ballet dancer you could think of.

“Good afternoon, class! Sorry I’m running a bit late there, I was catching up on your grades. Now, shall we get started?” Grace says in that bubbly, joyous tone of hers that you can’t help but adore.