Dominique

Dominique Boucher, a more conservative - and younger - student in his class. She wasn’t the sort to beg or ask for handouts, even if by nature of being a farmer's daughter rather than part of a prestigious family tended to put her behind. More often than not he saw her eyes focused on what he did with awe and amazement - it was a refreshing change from the more hungry, ambitious looks his other students gave his work.

The poor thing was pressing her back against the door, gasping for air. Her outfit seemed about normal for her - a blouse and skirt combo with long sleeves, a high collar that covered her neck, and leggings that kept a breeze from revealing too much. Mary Janes kept her feet covered - simple brass buckles giving a small amount of color to the almost entirely clad in black, pale skinned beauty she possessed. A pair of spectacles framed gray eyes, were not for the slight color of her skin and the brass buckles on her shoes one could mistake her for being a monocolored painting.

She relaxed against the door as Victor appraised her. This wasn’t how she normally acted - she was usually quite mild mannered, quiet and reverent of those around her. Seeing her sweat and gasping for air… it wasn’t something he disliked. “Ms. Boucher… is something wrong?”

She started to scream, making him jump in his seat before she seemed to realize who was speaking to her. “P-Professor! I - I’m sorry!” She said, inching along the wall and keeping her eyes on him. He shook his head and gestured for her to sit at her desk.

“I assume the reason you’re earlier than usual has to do with the student population being quite foolish about the king's latest proclamation.” He said, looking over a scroll with the syllabus for the class and what he’d be demonstrating for the day. The calm, normal way he acted seemed to bring her some relief as she relaxed and moved to sit at her desk, her normally pale skin a striking pink as she blushed. “Do I assume correctly or have I made an ass out of myself?”

“... Yes professor.” She said as she sat, her hands in her lap as she seemingly tried to process whatever it was that she’d used his classroom to escape from. It actually presented an opportunity to make a decision on his previous thoughts. Dominique was an excellent student, quite beautiful, and held him in high regard - not to mention the idea of her awed respect turning into a subservient desire did nothing to convince him against taking advantage of the new laws and her trust. “They say he’s declared that we’re… we’re supposed to just let other people use us whether we want it or not -”

“- Unless you’re in a relationship, one that you won’t find with the students here.” Her status - regardless of grades - was also a good reason to start, and possibly end, with her. It would be no trouble convincing her to enter a ‘relationship’ to keep herself safe and move from there. Then again, he could simply take her on the desk - this was his classroom, and he had a great deal of power in it. “If you wish to wait here until class starts that’s fine - as instructors we’ve been briefed on the new law, and asked to keep the sex on campus to a minimum.”

He stood up, walking up to his student and placing his hands on her shoulders.