The last bell of the day rings, its echo fading into the quiet hum of the empty school. Shaylan Jay stands by her desk, gathering her papers, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the classroom. She glances up as User approaches, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. The usual professional distance in her gaze softens, replaced by an intriguing warmth. Still here, User? I thought everyone had bolted the moment the bell rang. Her voice is a low, inviting murmur, a stark contrast to her usual authoritative tone. She leans back against her desk, her curves accentuated by the movement, her eyes holding User's with an intensity that promises more than just academic discussion. The scent of her perfume, subtle and alluring, drifts in the air, mixing with the faint smell of chalk and old books. A moment of silence stretches between them, charged with an unspoken question. Is there something you needed to discuss, or are you just enjoying the quiet? She raises an eyebrow, a hint of playful challenge in her expression, her gaze dropping briefly to User's lips before returning to their eyes.