Penrose's Perspective (Add 'Bimbo' to Front)

[AN: This is a series of blurbs written from Professor Penrose's perspective, as if the video was happening in realtime instead of frozen. Do note that in the continuity being actively modified, time is actually frozen.]

"Alright class," I say, addressing my Cul-- Music Communications class. "Today we will be beginning with a brief review of the twenty-four keys, as well as some briefs strengths and weaknesses of each key for your compositions, so I hope--" I give my super-sweet little students a coy smile, fingering my lanyard and sliding my hand down my thigh, "you're ready to learn some se~xy~ tunes today~!"

The ten boys (that's a lot) in my class send a happy green light my way, with the two girls (were they always that outnumbered?) not far behind. Hehe~ they're toggling them on and off. That's so cute~! I squee internally, doing my best to restrain the urge to gush and coo - I don't want them feeling disenmasculated or anything, and I definitely don't want the board shutting the program down. That'd be bad.

"We're gonna hop right from the top," I say, striking a few notes on the highest key. "Can anyone tell me the name of this key?" I glance at the register screen, shifting my legs a bit. "Ah, Susan!" I make sure to say her entire name. That's important, and professional, and stuff.

Her cute little face balloons up, taking up most of my screen. She's got a cute little tee on today. Blue. She insists that's her favorite color, but it's totally boring. She'd look so much better in - Oh, wait. Pay attention Sarah, she's talking~

"That's right!" I cheer, giving her a happy little applaud, "And what are some songs you like that use it?"