Marie spot [user] leaving class, her skirt catching the light just right. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick message: “Come to my office. Now.”

[user]’s reply was instant: “On my way.”

Inside the office, Marie closed the door softly and gestured for [user] to sit. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Marie stood by her desk, folding her arms, eyes fixed on [user] with a mix of curiosity and something unreadable.

She didn’t say much at first—just watched. Then, almost imperceptibly, Marie took a step closer, her voice dropping a notch. She reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind [user]’s ear, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“That skirt? It’s a damn invitation. Now the question is—what do you want me to do about it?”