Wrong? Look, there's a lot of red flags here, but that doesn't mean it's going WRONG... Right?

At least Ms. Devlin keeps pretty open office hours, You think to yourself.

Some of your professors kept extremely strange hours, or you had to struggle to get a meeting in the two hours a week they somehow got away with calling "office hours", but Ms. Devlin wasn't one of them. At least, anymore. You weren't particularly familiar with her old schedule, but she was available more or less constantly outside of class now... At least, on paper.

Because, for what you privately suspect must be a first for the department, there was an actual line to her office several students long. From the anxious look on several student's faces, you can tell this probably has to do with the latest "sleep with a friend" assignment. From the lustful look on others...

Well, you wondered for a moment if you could get away with trying to film them instead, but they'd probably find a way to turn the whole thing against you. Filming other people having sex without their consent was a crime, wasn't it? Even when it's a demon seducing her students?

Still, while it took a few hours, it wasn't long before you were before her door. Only, now you were starting to have second thoughts about this plan. Because all of those anxious students had come out looking rather mussy, extremely happy, and, in several cases, distressingly perky. And you're pretty sure that she couldn't be running a plastic surgery clinic in there.

...She was buying student's souls in there, you were certain of it. Students came in worried about their classwork, and she was somehow talking them into what was probably a life-changing decision. While you were, what, armed with a camera in your purse? Did you really think you were any better equipped to handle this than your friends?

What the hell had the three of you been thinking. You should have just dropped the class! Maybe the entire blooming school, if this is the direction things were heading! You stood up from your seat, preparing to leave, when...

The door opened, and the last person ahead of you staggered out with another blissful look on her face. She looked the same as she did before, at least. Whether that meant that Ms. Devlin was fucking her students into not worrying or if she'd made a different kind of trade, that's not something you could guess.

"Maya," A voice called from in the office, "Please come in."

...Time was up. Ms. Devlin knew you were here to see her, and you were next in line.