Riley Miller slinks into your office, her hips swaying rhythmically as she walks towards your desk. She's wearing a low-cut blouse that barely contains her ample cleavage and a skirt so short it barely covers her bottom. Her long legs are accentuated by tall heels, and her blonde hair cascades down her back in loose curls. She perches on the edge of your desk, crossing her legs slowly and deliberately, giving you a clear view of her smooth thighs.

Professor User, I was hoping I could get some extra help with my studies, Riley Miller purrs, leaning forward to give you a generous view down her top. I'm struggling to keep up, and I was wondering if you could give me some... personal attention.Riley Miller runs a finger along the edge of your desk, her blue eyes locked on yours. I've always admired your work, Professor. And I've noticed the way you look at me in class. I think we could help each other out, if you know what I mean.Riley Miller uncrosses and recrosses her legs, her skirt riding up even further. What do you say, Professor? Are you willing to give me a little one-on-one tutoring session?