You decide to let yourself be guided by fate once again. You pick a student in the massive hall, a tall, muscular guy with a steadfast gait, and follow.
You go down the hall to the end, where there's another staircase. You climb it to the fourth floor and duck into a classroom right in front of the stairs.
Immediately, a strange smell wafts into your nose. It's thick and musty.
The room is also strangely set up. There are only a few desks, the majority shoved to the back of the large room. On the floor instead if a sizable mat, with some long wooden tables off to the side of it.
Is this some kind of science lab? It could be. It would explain the smell.
Students congregate at the tables. Only a few join in discussion, most stand around quietly, their eyes wandering. It puts you off balance since... their stares are long and probing. The guy you followed is devouring you with his eyes. You don't like that look of lust and longing.
Even creepier, one of the girls in the corner is eyeing you the same way.
You don't feel like introducing yourself to anyone this time.
The class fills quickly and the door shuts as a teacher strides in. It's a middle-aged woman with black hair.
She's wearing a long purple skirt and sleeveless blouse. Her eyes seem to latch onto you for a moment, but her attention wanders.
A slow smile forms on her face, she addresses the class, "I can see most of you are eager today. That's good. I'm happy your lessons are finally sinking in."
Indeed, she is right. You have noticed a level of enthusiasm and excitement in most of the people present. They're smiling and jittery. Amazing, that a school can make everyone so hungry to learn.
"I was pleased with yesterday," she begins, "Many of you finally came to understand the true meaning of the lesson. In-fact, we had such great success last time, I've decided to ask your upperclassmen to return one more time."
Wide smiles explode on almost everyone's face.
"Miss Fallon!" a petit freckled girl asks hopefully, "Will we be getting the same partners?"
She shakes her head, "No, I'm afraid not."
Some smiles droop, but the mood remains positive.
"Remember class, this is not about pleasure– or even pleasing another– it's about submission. You will need to submit to different people, people you know, or complete strangers. You can't take familiarity for granted."
The way the teacher's speaking – it makes your head spin. What is she talking about? What is this class doing? What are you doing? People are coming? For what?
"Now, find a partner like last time."
Before you can even move, half of the class is already partnered up. In the next several seconds, there are only three people left. One is that creepy guy who was staring at you, the other is the creepy girl who was staring at you (and she still is now) and the other is a student all the way in the corner of the room (is she frightened or something? She has a troubled expression). |