Class ends.

Before she knows it, class ends with a ring of the bell. Every time that happens, she can't help but flash back to high school. She's still a freshman here, so it's still taking her some time to escape the dark clutches of the beast known as "Memories of Public School". She actually has managed to answer a few more questions on her sheet, though the rest is a struggle. She lets out a long, exhausted sigh, and realizes suddenly that almost every has already left. The remaining few have stood and are gathering their things, granting her the title of slowest student.

"Ah. Excuse me, Ms. Henfel," once again comes the smooth, sensual tone of the new teacher's voice.

Mari perks up. She said my name! All right. Calm down. It's really weird to get excited about that. "Y-Yes, Ms. Chevalier?"

As she sashays towards Mari's desk, her hips sway hypnotically. "Mm... About that name. I don't believe I've been finding it comfortable. Would you mind simply calling me Adeline? In return, I'll call you whatever you'd like."

"Ad... Adeline," she mutters before swallowing down her nerves. "I usually just go by Mari."

She smiles. Just as she did before, she places her hands down upon the desk and leans forward--hefty bust swinging down to a bouncy halt before the girl's eyes. "I can tell you've been having a hard time. I hope that isn't offensive to say. I merely wanted to offer my help. I noticed that even earlier, when I was trying to explain things further, you were distracted by something. You were trying so hard that your face was red."

Oh my god kill me now!

"So, I'd like to give you this," she continues. Adeline stands tall yet again and withdraws a small piece of paper from between the tight squeeze of her chest. She places it down upon the desk for the girl to take. "It's my address. I've wanted to tutor for a long time, but I hope it isn't too forward of me to offer."

P-P-Private tutoring?!

"Ah. If you don't wish--"

Mari blurts out, "I accept!" faster than her brain can decide.

"Wonderful! That makes me so happy. Please, come by this evening if you'd like. I live alone, so we'll have all the privacy we desire to learn."

"Right. That s-sounds good to me. Thank you, Adeline."

"Anytime, Mari."

When the professor begins stepping away, and Mari is given proof that even her ass is perfect, she lays back in her seat and swears he can feel a waft of steam lifting from her head. She remains there for a few moments--long enough for every other person to leave. Once she regains her composure, she packs up and leaves quickly as to not look like a weirdo by the next class finding her still inside.