Clara

You’re so pleased to see this woman, to see anyone.

The sexy young brunette is dressed up as a sexy schoolteacher, from the fishnets adorning her shapely legs up to the mortar board on her head. She lifts a bamboo cane and swings it at you.

“I’m Clara Oswald, and I’m a control freak,” she tells you, as you try to dodge her blows, mostly in vain.

“Ouch! Maybe the quarry’s not so bad after all,” you say aloud, thinking of making a run for it.

“You’re the quarry,” she informs you, smiling widely, helping you make your decision. As you make a break for it, you hear her words cutting through the silence, “Run, run you naughty {if@ Male==true}boy{else}girl{endif}.”