You're too weak to go on....

"Mmm." You mumble disappointedly. Dammit.

Professor Phoebe bends over at the waist to ruffle the top of your head supportively, then straightens back up and makes her way towards her pile of clothes to get dressed again. She also finds that plug, and slips it back in before dressing her bottom half.

The bell rings, signifying the end of class and your time with Professor Phoebe for today. Feeling's come back to your legs now, so you move to get dressed yourself as she waits at the door with a key in hand to open it back up again. You throw the clothes on pretty quickly, so the tie's a weird length (you shouldn't've undone it all the way) and the shirt's all scruffy and improperly tucked in. You don't mind though, you're just thinking about what class you have next, so that you can formulate your plan to try make your next teacher cum.

Sliding the key into the door and turning it with a click, Professor Phoebe calls back out across the gymnasium to you. "I suppose I'd better make sure your classmates are confident with their staffs now -- they've time for it, after all. Feel free to join. Otherwise, enjoy your free period."

That's nice of her at least. You give her a little wav- wait. WAIT, run that back, what'd she say?

It turns out that for your second class today, you actually have a free period. Your first of the year! On the one day when you can't make good use of it, because you've got to go find more teachers.... that's no fun at all. You'd better hurry up, or you'll miss out on more stuff! The other teachers should be way easier than Professor Phoebe, at least.....