Yes, Mrs. Rose is the lucky one.

Remembering your research, you recall a hot, blond Computer Teacher also works in this building. Her room was down the Hall and to the right, if memory serves correctly.

Gathering your materials and locking the door behind you- just in case-, you head in the direction you think that she's in.

Sure enough, you find a room four doors down with the lights on. You peek inside...

You see a hot, blond teacher in a pink blouse and gray skirt. Her simple attire is just there to accentuate her lovely curves. Those breasts of hers are at least C-Cups, something you can tell even with those beauties fully covered...for now.

You prepare your story and knock on the door. She turns her head towards you and approaches the door, her eyes full of curiosity. You flash your badge at her quickly, causing her to nod softly.

"You're with the renovation company, huh," she says in a soft, Australian accent.
"Yes. I need to check the vents," you reply, "There might be some dirt leaking out through a filter."

She nods and opens the door, inviting you in. You walk past her and make a show of checking the Vents. You're just biding your time though.

You get your materials ready. You have some zip ties, some rope and a pair of handcuffs separated by a long chain. You keep the chloroform-soaked rag in your bag- at least for now.

You wait until her back is turned and her guard is down. Now is the time to strike!

All of a sudden, you grab her, pressing her against the desk. You push her down against it gruffly and pull her arms back.

"What are you doing," she asks, so shocked that she can barely speak.
"I'm capturing you," you reply, tying her wrists together with a zip tie, "What does it look like?"
"Why?"
"You're going to be part of my private collection, that's why."

Before she can react any further, you take the rope and tie it in a loop around in her neck. You move down to her legs, cuffing her ankles as well.

You pull her back upright, tugging on her collar. You lean up close to her and talk right in her ear.

"I've got three naked teachers in the Lounge, plus one student," you say with a sneer, "You're my fifth and final ****- at least for now. Do you want me to get you naked and **** you now or should I take you to the others first?"
"Please, don't touch me down there," Mrs. Rose begs, "Anything but that."
"You want to join the Collection then? Very well."