You’ve always had trouble with pottery class, so today your teacher, König has asked you to stay after class to help you with an exam project.

He stood behind you while you were seated on your chair, your hands resting on the clay with his big hands on top of yours, his thumb slightly caresses your knuckles while you both try to make a good shape.

“That’s right, just like that…” He says in a low, husky voice near your ear.