Drama class

"Drama," you tell Amina, "follow me." You've already got some good ideas of the sort of fun you can arrange there, and you wish to help set up the situation you have in mind ahead of time.

When you arrive to drama class, there is a murmur of uncertainty amoung the students. Your drama teacher is Ms. Cannings, who isn't long out of teacher's college. She has long brown hair which contrasts well with her beatiful pale skin, and she has a wonderfully svelte figure. The joke is that half of the boys only signed up for drama so that they could see more of Ms. Cannings. Thanks to your wish, they (and the girls) now are seeing more of Ms. Cannings: she is wearing nothing but a white bikini, with the hint of her dark aereolae just barely visible through the material.

"Okay, class, let's get down to business," Ms. Cannings announces cheerfully. "Performing on stage can be a nerve-wracking business, and some times you might be asked to do something that you wouldn't normally be comfortable doing in public. So, today, we're going to practise releasing inhibitions, and being relaxed while doing things we normally wouldn't do. Hopefully, after this week, none of you will have problems with stage kissing in a play about homosexuals." Nervous chuckles filled the room.

"Okay now," said Ms. Cannings, "who's first?"