You send her to sober up.

You look down at the tearful girl, seeing the willingness in her eyes, knowing that you could take advantage of her without much difficulty. In the last few days you've compromised more of your principles than you ever expected, but this might be just one step too far. At least for now, you're not going to take the offer that's so tempting and looking up at you with wanton, drunken eyes.

"I want you to go to your room and sober up Miss Adamson," you say firmly, stepping back from her. "I'll let you know when to report to my office."

"Are you sure sir? Isn't there anything I can do? I'm really scared of being paddled," she looks at you with doe eyes, her chin wobbling.

"Go to your room Miss Adamson. Sober up. We'll talk about this later." You point to the door and after a moment's hesitation she turns, walking to the door, glancing back over her shoulder at you, her hips swaying slowly. She pauses at the door, holding it half open, giving you a last lingering look of invitation before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.