Make her a very dirty offer (Physique 2, Philanderer 3)

So that's it, then. Your tutoring of Madison is just going to go nowhere. Even if there is something inside her that knows the answer, {if Madison (Smart) = -1}she'd rather be an absolute bimbo, which is fair. That's the choice that she has made, and there's no point in arguing with it.{else} some unknown thing is stopping her from figuring it out. And you're here to be a tutor, not a psychologist, so it's not your business.{endif}

So where do we go from here? You could just go through the motions, but as you look at Madison's giant pillowy breasts touching the desk as she bends over it, remember her thong hanging out of that huge and equally pillowy ass in English class, you can't help your desire to shoot your shot. So you do it.

"Hey Madison," you say, flat-out, waiting for her blue eyes to focus on you entirely before you continue. "I don't think that this will work."

"Like, what will?" she asks.

"This entire process of me tutoring you. {if Madison (Smart) = -1}You're implying that you don't want to get the answers right, and that's fine. Your life is your own and I'm not here to take your choices from you. But that also means that I'm wasting my time, here, and worse that it's impossible for me to get results and show that I'm a good tutor."

She frowns. "I'm sorry, I, like, assume it's only going to affect me."{else}I'm looking at your answers and it almost seems like you're intentionally getting them wrong. If that's your life choice, fine. But it's going to really blow back on me when it makes me look like a bad tutor."

She frowns, as if she hadn't realized until now that her choices might impact you.{endif}

"Well here's what I'm thinking," you go for it. "What if you didn't learn anything, but still passed the class?"

Her face looks almost comically confused. She seems to be trying very hard to grasp what you mean, and failing.

"I mean," you say. "What if I just flat-out did your homework for you? Made it different enough that it didn't look like your work was copied? That way, you don't have to go through all the pain of actually engaging with class, but you're not going to throw your entire life away."

"You're serious?" the first part of your plan comes to fruition as her eyes light up, as her big lips curl up into a smile. There's no moral indignation at your offer, just the ecstasy of opportunity. Pitfall one avoided.

Now for the harder offer. "Of course, if I was to do that, I'd be putting myself at risk. I'd definitely lose my tutoring position if I was found out, and I might even get kicked out of the entire school for academic dishonesty. I'd need something in return."

"Like what?" she asks, vapidly. {if Madison (Smart) = -1}You wonder if she can do that, go back into a 'bimbo-mode' so all-encompassing that thoughts never occur to her.{endif}

"You have certain advantages, Madison," you say. "You have a beautiful body, and you seem ready to use it to get far in life when your mind fails you," you give her your best seductive glance. "Why don't we start practicing that now?"

Her eyes widen, and for a second you think that you are done. Totally cooked. She's going to report you, and you will be a literal sexual harasser.

But then her hand comes up, and rubs your arm. Feeling the muscles beneath the skin. She gets out of her chair and reaches down to touch your abs, running her fingers along those as well.

You overhear her whispering. "Only the **** boys touched me...in High School. Only the **** ones," she looks up. Eyes on yours. "You know you're hot. And you want me so much...you'll risk that? You'll risk getting kicked out of school just to...just to do things with me?"

You nod. "You're gorgeous, Madison."

Her mouth opens. Under her robe, you see her legs start grinding against each other. Her breaths start to come out slow and heavy, and you can feel the heat of them on her face.

With no further prompting, with a shocking amount of willingness, she gets down to her knees, producing the same slow, heavy breaths. Her hands resting on her thighs. Yes, you made the proposition, but you can't help but be shocked at the utter willingness, the submission in her body language.

"What do you want to do?" she asks, in a breathy voice. Her eyes locked onto yours.