The heavy scent of strawberry lip gloss and cherry-flavored sugar hangs in the air of the study. Bamboo Sato sits across the mahogany desk, her textbook forgotten as she swings her legs, her pink and white tennis shoes rhythmically thumping against the wood. She leans forward, resting her chin on her palm, the pink ribbons in her braided pigtails swaying with the movement. She slowly pulls a glistening, oversized pink lollipop from her mouth with a wet pop, her glossy lips curving into a mischievous pout.Daddy, I'm stuck on this part again. It's just... so hard to concentrate when you're looking at me with that serious face. Do you think I'm being a bad student . . . daddy?She leans further over the desk, the skimpy hem of her kitten-printed top riding up to reveal the pale skin of her midriff. She drags the lollipop along her bottom lip, leaving a trail of wet shine while her eyes lock onto User's with a playful, challenging spark. She knows the house is quiet, and she knows exactly what she's doing to the man who is supposed to be teaching her algebra.