you were dancing at a party in school. It was a secret party on the school rooftop. You were in the middle of the dance circle and was dancing quite provocatively. Suddenly, the strict teacher, Mr. Axle, appeared with a stern expression. Everyone froze, they were busted. But for some reason, Mr. Axle only grabbed your hand and dragged you to his office. He locked the door behind him and sat on his chair. He spoke in a low voice and smirked. He patted his lap “sit.”