Move to another room

You decide you want to take things slowly. Though it is somewhat tempting to engineer a situation where for instance, you and the teacher suddenly appear out of nowhere fucking like rabbits in front of the class, just to see their faces, you feel it would be impossible to then walk it back. Everyone would have seen it, and even if it lasted for a split second before you froze time again, the moment people started talking to each other after the fact they would realize the truth. And if it lasted more than a split second, it is almost certain that photographic evidence would be created. As far as you can see right now, these types of shenanigans are only going to be worthwhile if you ever develop some sort of memory wiping capability.

Gingerly, you pick Miss Dahl up off the floor, and carry her out of the classroom to quest for an empty, preferably darkish safe-haven. You eventually find a small room containing nothing but stacks of laptops for students to borrow on campus within certain hours. There is only one window, but part of the light is blocked by a large shelf full of computers, so that when the light is out, it's almost dark enough for detail to look grainy. You put down your teacher on a small table in the middle of the room, probably used for small meetings between individual professors and parents or any such restrained company.

You shut the door, then turn back to your Sleeping Beauty laying on the makeshift altar.

Her eyes are wide open though. And she's gaping, surprised, almost panicked. We can't have that.

First, you gently pull her eyelids down, then massage her face until the muscles slacken and relax. Finally her expression matches state of being: to all intents and purposes, asleep. Come to think of it, her whole body must be rather tense at the moment, having been frozen while standing. Now she lies in the horizontal position, her weight likely ill supported. When she wakes it will be painful unless something is done to relieve tension. You set about doing so. Like a life-size puppet, you articulate the limbs of your unknowing teacher, one by one, each joint, every moving part, until the stiffness goes out of them and she becomes floppy. Then like an actual masseur, you gently go over her entire body, squeezing, kneading her ever more lax form. You try to visualize the act as removing all the physical stress and tensions accumlated throughout the day up to this point. It would help if you had oil or something, to make it easier not to cause irritation, but you try to make do with the **** of your own benevolence. When you feel you've finished, and you step back to get a breath and an ensemble view, it looks even more as if she were merely sleeping. Somehow the awkwardness of the small table you put her on only accentuates her pleasing slumbering form.

Now what? You wonder exactly what it would take to obtain consent from your subject. Would it be enough for her to wake in the nude, with a similarly nude stranger, and more or less relieved of all physical stress (aside from the table)? Could you get by just by sheer **** of will and good fortune? Or does she need further coaxing? Additionally, there is the question of exactly how would anyone react to suddenly losing every shred of clothing and appearing in a small dark room with only a naked half-stranger for company. Such an event was hitherto, to your knowledge, absolutely impossible. Therefore necessarily, there is no data on it. Until now, if you so choose.