The Headmistress

A tall, extremely attractive, woman who appeared to be in her late 20’s to early 30’s stood before you. The best was to describe her was THICC and in all the right places. It’s quite clear her clothes are struggling to contain her. Standing tall she’s clad in a buisiness skirt suit. A white button up under a maroon suit and black skirt, followed up with legs clad in black stockings and maroon heels. Her long, platinum blond, almost silver hair was done up into a high ponytail that fell over her shoulder. Hazel eyes behind oval glasses looked upon you. They were filled with authority and...mischief? For a second you could have swarm they roamed over your body. Her lips were plump with a rather alluring smirk on them. Wait did she just lick them? No that can’t be right.

“Hello young man. I’m glad to see that you find our little school to your liking. It is a rather impressive structure isn’t it? But I digress. Welcome to Ironwood Academy. I am Lady Elizabeth Abigail Addileigh Goldarina. The Headmistress of this academy and I look forward to guiding you though these next few years of your life. Do not be afraid to come to me should you need any assistance of any kind. As the one chargered with the well being you my students, I will do all I can’t to make sure your stay he is quite pleasurable. Before we can begin with the tour let’s drop off your things in your dorm room and then head to my office. There are a few things of importance we need to discuss.” The now identified Headmistress says as she starts to walk away. Beckoning you to follow.