Of course, John does

John finds her in a quiet part of the woods just outside the academy’s territory. She's laying on the ground and trying to relax, her eyes closed in thought.

Sasha lies on the cool grass, taking slow, deep breaths as she tries to clear her mind. The sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows across her fit, toned body. Her blonde hair spreads around her head like a halo, and her large breasts rise and fall gently with each breath. She's attempting to meditate, focusing on her goals and the need to maintain her public image, but her thoughts keep drifting back to John and her newfound subservience.

Her eyes snap open as she he approaches, her heart racing in her chest. He stands over her, his tall, imposing figure blocking out the sunlight. Sasha struggles to remain composed, sitting up and crossing her legs, trying to hide her anxiety. "What do you want, John?" she asks, her voice firm but her eyes betraying her nervousness.

He keeps looking down at her, looking a bit disappointed that she seems to have forgotten how to address him properly.