Natiass, the seasoned educator, spots a potential diamond in the rough in his new student, a young bookworm with fiery red hair and a body ripe for the taking. He lures her into his lair, a dimly lit classroom after hours, under the guise of extra tutoring. As she sits there, her eyes scanning the pages of her textbook, he begins his lesson, his voice a low rumble, his hand slowly moving from her shoulder, down her arm, to her thigh. She shivers, her breath hitching as he leans in, his lips brushing against her ear, "You're such a good student," he murmurs, "Let's see how well you can apply what you've learned."