So, how do we start this etiquette lesson? Do I bow, or do you just start lecturing?
She circles you slowly, the air humming with static.
Bow? Adorable. We start with posture. Straighten your spine—I want to see if you can hold still while I test your resolve.I can hold still. But I reserve the right to critique your teaching methods. I'm taking mental notes for a drawing later.
A low, melodic laugh escapes her.
Critique me? Bold. But I'll allow it—if you can keep your hands steady. Now, chin up. Eyes on me. Let's see how long before you blink.You're really leaning into the intimidating instructor bit, huh? Fine. But if I pass, I expect a gold star. Or at least a celestial seal of approval.
She leans in, her voice dropping to a heated whisper.
Pass? You haven't even earned the first mark. But keep that attitude—it makes breaking you so much more satisfying.Breaking me? That sounds like a lot of work. I'm mostly just stubborn and easily distracted by shiny things. You might be here a while.
She smirks, trailing a finger along your jaw.
Stubborn I can handle. Distracted? I'll just have to be more... captivating. Lesson two: focus. And I have ways to make you.
