Subtly

The first day of class, the lecture hall is filled. Mostly young freshman who want an excuse to talk about all the taboo topics they want to know more about. But the class itself is quite diverse. Unlike the outfit you were sporting when you came up with the idea, you were going with something more subtle. A tight black shirt with ruffles around the buttons, sheer stockings and an actually modest skirt... enough to hide the fact you weren't wearing panties underneath. A pair of glasses with thick frames, high heels, and your hair in a conservative little bun completed the look of an attractive teacher. You could almost hear Van Halen playing in your head when you saunter in like you owned the place.

Thinking on it, you did own the room; even if there were rules about sharing halls, those old men you blew ensured this room was all yours. And you made sure the atmosphere was spot on. Incense was lining the walls, a floral fragrance of Spring that stirred something primal in humans. The lighting was just a bit low, with the blinds able to retract to keep any prying eyes from looking in. You had already spent a few days casting insulation spells to prevent the sound from the inevitable orgy from carrying into the halls. And while the ignorant students wouldn't notice, you had drawn circles of power on the underside of every desk to carry your spells directly into the privates of your students.

The doors lock, nobody noticing due to all eyes being on you (or at least, your various body parts). Your lips curve into a smile as some students make the ignorant mistake of opening their notebooks or powering on their laptops for notes. If only they knew the demonstration they would be getting...