The other instructors

“Evening kiddo!” Your uncle John says as you meet him at the head of the table.

You’re introduced to the other adults next to him: a tall Amazonian woman named Shara who is in charge of fitness, a slender man in his 30’s named Gregory in charge of teaching how to be a proper housekeeping servant, an androgynous person named Charlie in charge of teaching pleasure, and a petite woman with piercing blue eyes in charge of teaching pain as well as being the resident dealer of punishment to the students that step out of line. You shake each of their hands and sit down next to your uncle for dinner.

It’s a fairly good meal, and your uncle explains to you that the cooks are students from a culinary college in the next state over.

“It’s amazing what an offering of a 6 credit hour class and an NDA that would make Disney lawyers blush can get you.” He says as you eat a 4 course meal featuring salad, barbecued ribs, and Turkey with a dessert of chocolate cake.

“Not all of our meals are like this, but I wanted to give you a treat for your first day here. I see you’re already taking to the dress code.”

“Yeah, it just feels more comfortable” you say

“That’s good! Now, you’re technically a student here so that means you have to stay hygienic and in shape with Shara’s ‘classes’, but if you don’t want to take any of the other ones then you don’t have to. And on the flip side if you want to embrace the school fully we can get you a collar and you’ll be just another student aside from having your own room and having Emma on call. Which would you prefer?”