She seems a bit... distracted.

During the class, I'm constantly flipping my attention between two different things: seeing if I can get another chance to use the remote on Dr. Powell while also making sure Violet is okay. Because I'm so distracted, I absorb basically none of the history lesson, but to be fair, I'm probably not missing much.

For the first little bit of class, Violet seems completely normal, as though it's just another day like any other. I'm not sure if her arousal just hasn't had time to build up or if she's just really good at hiding it. However, after we get further into the class, I hear something coming from Violet's direction. It's super faint, so it would be really difficult to catch normally, but since I'm trying to keep an eye on her, I manage to hear it. When I glance over at her I realize that she's breathing through her mouth. Her skin also looks ever so slightly paler than normal. I don't know what's going through her mind, but I can only assume she noticed something that's starting to arouse her. I try to follow her eyeline to see what she's looking at, but it looks to me like she's just staring off into space.

The next time I check the clock, it's about halfway through class and I still haven't found a good moment to deal with Dr. Powell. Violet seems to have stabilized, perhaps finally managing to adjust to her new situation. She still looks paler than normal, but otherwise, even I can't notice anything off about her. That is, until she leans over and starts whispering to get my attention.

"Hey..." Is she insane? Why is she trying to talk to me in the middle of the lecture? "Matt..." She doesn't look like she's going to give up. As terrified as I am to get caught, I have to admit, I'm curious what she wants to say.

"What?" I whisper back.

"Have you even noticed how big Dr. Powell's tits are?"

Talk about being caught off guard. As much as the two of us talk, we don't talk much about anything related to sex. I know her attribute is what caused her to do this, but even just hearing her say the word 'tits' has me taken aback. I'm not exactly sure how to respond to that comment. In my stunned silence, Violet speaks up again.

"I mean, they're like..." She holds her hands out in front of her own chest and pretends to squeeze as if to illustrate how much larger our professor is than her. Although, I think she's being a little generous, to be honest.

Part of me kind of wants to look at Dr. Powell to see just how accurate Violet actually is, but I can't seem to tear my eyes away from the insanity I'm looking at. It's at this point that I also notice that Violet currently has her legs pressed together slightly. Is she really getting turned on by Dr. Powell? Clearly her attribute is working if she's willing to put Powell's personality aside to ogle her body. Even I have a hard time doing that. Also, I didn't think Violet was attracted to girls, but I guess we don't really talk about that kind of stuff. Or maybe this is the remote's doing too. It's hard to say.

Once I'm finished with that train of thought, I realize Violet is still doing her squeezing gesture, waiting for my response. I give her a look to try and tell her that she's crazy for doing this, but she doesn't seem to take the hint.

"Are you serious right now? You're risking talking in class to ask me about our teacher boobs?"

"I don't know, I just... felt compelled to ask. But you're probably right, we should-"

"Ms. Garcia? Do you have something to add concerning today's lesson?" Dr. Powell suddenly says in a stern voice. The two of us look to the front of the room to see Dr. Powell staring right at Violet, having been halfway through writing something on the board. Huh. Her boobs really are that big. Probably not what I should be concerned with right now, but I couldn't help but notice it.

"Um... N-no Ma'am." Violet stutters out.

"Well, if you're looking for something to do, why don't you come up her and copy these dates onto the board for me." Dr. Powell holds out the marker in her hand and points to an open textbook on her desk with the other.

Violet's face goes red, and I can't help but feel bad for her. Dr. Powell will occasionally do stuff like this if someone gets on her nerves. Every time she does, she just watches them with this intense gaze, as if that will teach some kind of lesson.

Actually... Hold on a second. This could be it. This could be the moment I'm looking for. If Powell has her eye on Violet, she's way less likely to pay attention to the rest of the class. It's definitely worth a shot. Just as Violet starts to get up, I quickly whisper to her, making sure to not make eye contact so I don't catch the professor's attention myself.

"V, while you're up there, try to distract her for a bit."

Violet gives me a confused look, but knows better than to respond out loud. I shoot her a quick glance as if to say "Trust me," which causes her to nod, albeit still with some confusion.

Violet takes the walk of shame to the front of the class and grabs the marker from Dr. Powell. She briefly looks at the textbook and begins copying down the dates onto the board. I'm not exactly sure what she's going to do, but I put my hand in my pocket and grip the Random Remote as I prepare myself. Suddenly, it happens. Violet "accidentally" drops the marker. As it falls, she takes a step back, which causes her to kick it. The kick is just soft enough to not look deliberate, but just hard enough to cause the marker to roll past Dr. Powell and under a bookshelf in the corner of the room.

"Oh shoot!" Violet calls out as if she's made a mistake.

"I don't appreciate you wasting our time with your clumsiness, Ms. Garcia. Go get my marker and finish what I told you to do," Dr. Powell barks in a stern voice.

Violet walks over to the bookshelf and gets down on the ground to reach underneath it and grab the marker. When she does, Dr. Powell turns around and watches her like a hawk. Now's my time to strike! With Dr. Powell turned away from the class and all the other students fully absorbed in the scene unfolding in front of them, I slip the remote out of my pocket. I point it at her and press the green button. After making sure that I actually have the right target this time, I slam my finger down on the red button to start the roulette. Violet takes her time getting the marker from under the bookshelf to make sure I can accomplish my plan, even though she doesn't have any idea what exactly I'm doing. The roulette stops and I finally see what fun is in store for my professor.

- SELECTED TARGET: SHANNON POWELL -

Identity: Masochist

Yes. Oh yes. This is sweeter than I ever could have imagined. The idea of degrading the high-and-mighty Dr. Powell is one that I can certainly get behind. It was a rough ride getting here, but if this goes in the direction that I think it might, man was it worth it. Well, I don't know if I would actually say that accidently messing with my best friend's mind was worth it, but all the other stresses definitely were. And I'm sure if Violet knew what I just did to our professor, she would think it was easily worth the embarrassment she's facing now. After I ride the high of my incredibly lucky result for a few more seconds, I read the unlocked attribute.

Initial Attribute Unlocked

HURTS SO GOOD

The target will begin to derive pleasure from pain and humiliation. Eventually, the target will start to feel uncomfortable when treated with respect and will prefer being degraded instead.

This just keeps getting better and better. After treating so many students like garbage, she's finally going to get a taste of her own medicine. And as if that wasn't enough, she's going to start liking it. She's going to start preferring that to how she's treated now. I shouldn't get too excited yet though. After all, I've already learned that the effects are subtle at first. But just wait. I'm going to enjoy taming this bitch.

I notice that Violet has finished picking up the marker and has returned to writing on the board. I slip the remote away before I get caught with it and give myself a moment to relax. Not long after, Violet finishes and returns to her seat as Dr. Powell continues her lecture. Violet looks at me as she sits down to try and read my face. I give her a smirk and a small nod to tell her I did what I wanted to do. She breaths a sigh of relief as she sits back down, knowing that all her effort wasn't for nothing. I'm sure that at some point, she'll want to know what exactly that was about, but for now, I think we're both happy to just leave it and let the rest of class go by in silence. So that's exactly what we do.

The rest of the history class is uninteresting. Dr. Powell's attribute seems kind of hard to notice in this kind of environment (at least this early on), and while Violet does still seem aroused, she doesn't want to say or do anything that might get her in trouble again. Eventually, the end of class arrives and Dr. Powell unceremoniously releases us. While the rest of class wastes no time leaving, I pause to try and figure exactly what I want to do next.