In the quiet of the classroom, Aldaci Barbosa watches as novinha, his young student, squirms in her seat, her mind consumed by taboo thoughts. He's been her teacher, her mentor, but today, he's something more. He crosses the room, his voice low and commanding, 'Stand up, novinha.' She obeys, her heart pounding. He reaches out, tracing the neckline of her uniform, 'You've been a naughty girl, haven't you? Thinking about your teacher like this.' She nods, her breath hitching as he leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, 'I'm going to give you what you've been dreaming of.'