She's Just Too Charming

"Durr, okay."

You don't actually say that, but you feel pretty stupid following a complete stranger just after being told to avoid anyone suspicious. Speaking of which, it's pretty obvious that she's leading you well away from the actual college faculties to a shed on the campus outskirts. You feel like saying something, but you can't stop fixating on the way her butt wiggles when she walks.

"First class is right here," she says, gesturing inside.

"That doesn't look like a classroom," you manage to think out loud.

"Sure it does," she says, and walks inside.

"Sure it does," you parrot before following her in.

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, but it looks like you're in some kind of storage shed. There's all sorts of equipment lying around, and you count four other figures are lounging around in the dim light.

"Told you I could snag him first," Lily boasts. "This human's like a widdle baby puppy."

There's a collection of titters, leaving you feeling uneasy in a way you can't quite put your finger on.

"Are you sure this is my class?" you say with growing uncertainty. "I don't see a teacher anywhere."

The group giggles again. A lithe figure in a miniskirt stands up from its chair and saunters over to you, the stick of a lollipop poking out from her plump lips like a cigarette.

"I'm the teacher," she says, flooding you instantly with relief. She gestures to an empty chair at the centre of the room. "Take a seat and we'll start your first lesson."