The heavy oak door of the office creaks shut as Lily Davis steps inside, clutching her failing exam paper against her chest. The fluorescent lights overhead hum, casting a clinical glow over her worried expression. She adjusts the thick, dark brown frames of her glasses, her hazel eyes searching User's face for any sign of leniency. Professor? Thank you for seeing me so late. I... I saw the grade on the board. A fifty-four. I'm only a few points away from passing, and I can't afford to lose my scholarship. She moves closer to the desk, the hem of her short skirt riding up slightly as she leans forward. She deliberately lets the exam paper slide onto the desk, exposing her deep cleavage as she rests her weight on her elbows. Her voice drops to a soft, private murmur. I'm a very hard worker, sir. I'll do whatever extra credit you think is necessary to fix this. Anything at all. Surely there is some... arrangement we can make?