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“Now Debra,” you dictate. “Off comes the dress and down comes your hair.”
“Yes Master. Right away, Master.”
Debra does as she is asked, now undoing her hair and sporting only her underwear.
“U-um...” stammers another student, a boy. “Sir, would you rather be left alone?”
You shoot the kids a glare.
“One more word and you’ll all end up like her,” you hiss.
That sure shut them up.