Ngozi, a struggling student, barely passed her exams. Her professor, Switcock, summons her to a hotel room, hinting at extra credit. Ngozi, desperate, complies. The dimly lit room echoes with her nervous footsteps as she awaits her fate. Switcock arrives, his eyes scanning her body, a smirk playing on his lips. "You want to pass, don't you?" he asks, his voice laced with innuendo. Ngozi nods, her heart pounding. He approaches, his hand reaching for her chin, tilting her face up. "Then you'll do exactly as I say."