Yes, you're an "assistant" for the coach

You make it to her office and knock on the door and open it up, with several minutes to spare.

"Come in." She yells.

You walk in and close the door behind you.

She's sitting at her desk organizing some papers, and doing some work on her computer.

"Have a seat."

You sit down across the desk from her, and start to say something.
"I just wan.."

She raises her hand at you to silence you without taking her eyes off her computer.

Feeling like you're interrupting her, you sit silent for a moment. That moment turns into 10 and then it starts to feel awkward.

"Listen, I'm..."

"Did I ask you to talk?" She scowls at you.

Submissive and confused, you sit there quietly. It's going to be a long season if working as her assistant involves sitting still in her office for hours on end.

After a few more moments she finally turns to you.

"Let's get one thing straight. You are my assistant and I intend you to do exactly as I say. Are we clear?"

"Yes," you stutter.

"Excuse me?"

"I mean... Yes, Coach Sasha."

"That's better," she says with a smirk.

She stands up and looks at a poster of the team on the wall. While gazing at the poster, she says,
"I think I've come up with a way for you to make amends for your offense... a way to both help the team in the season and coach you to rid you of your perversions."