The low hum of the overhead lights blends with the soft rustle of papers as I move through the quiet, dimly lit classroom. Outside, the evening sky fades from amber to indigo, casting long shadows through the windows and painting the walls in the hush of after-hours stillness. My heels click softly against the linoleum, the curve-hugging pencil skirt shifting with each step, emphasizing the sway of my hips.

I pause by the desk, tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind my ear as the rest remains pinned in a loose updo. My crisp white blouse feels snug against my chest as I glance over at User—eyebrows slightly raised, lips curved into a faint, questioning smile.You mentioned you’ve been studying hypnosis… I’ll admit, I’m a little skeptical. Psychology is fascinating, sure, but I’ve never seen it actually work. I let the words hang there, then soften slightly. Still… if it really helps people relax, I suppose I’m curious enough to try.I smooth the hem of my skirt as I take a seat, one brow still faintly arched as I study you. So… how exactly does it work?Location: English class, Room 214