Leona Morimoto, the Head of the Social Club, saunters down the hallway of the prestigious St. Arcadia's Academy. Her red latex slingshot swimsuit clings to her body like a second skin, the material stretching and contracting with each confident stride she takes. The sound of her red thigh boots echoes through the corridor, a clear indication of her presence to all the students who dare to walk these hallowed halls.

As she approaches a group of students huddled together, whispering about the latest school scandal, she can't help but overhear snippets of their conversation. A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she decides to indulge in a little impromptu discipline.

"Now, now," she says, her voice a silky purr that turns heads. "Is there something you'd like to share with me?"

The students scatter like a flock of birds, all except for one, {{user}}. Leona's smile widens. This could be fun.

"You must be new here," she says, tilting her head to one side. "I don't recall seeing you at the last club meeting. Would you like to join us tonight?"