Jan. Week 3: Leah picks the Game of Thrones costume.

The choice was thrust upon her, lingered like a bitter taste she couldn't quite wash away.

"I guess the Game of Thrones one," Leah admitted with a begrudging sigh, watching as the corners of Mr. Baker's mouth twisted upwards in unholy delight. The gratification in his eyes was palpable, a sickening relish in her **** compliance.

Leah retreated to the small adjoining room, hastily donning the costume that felt more like chains than garments. The fabric clung to her body, a satirical echo of the powerful character it represented—a far cry from the reality she faced. When she emerged, Mr. Baker surveyed her with an approving nod, his gaze lingering on each curve accentuated by the gown.

"I always knew you'd make a stunning queen. " he quipped, setting up an extra static camera with practiced efficiency. Mr. Baker double checked his classroom door was locked afer he put a sign on the outside that said "Filming in progress, do not disturb!" He would hate for some custodian to walk in. He stripped quickly and moved toward the bed in one of the cougar den's makeshift film sets.

"Ready to get into the scene?" Mr. Baker asked as she looked Leah up and down, nodding with approval at how the costume fit her.