Nervously, you knock on the door to the headmistress's office. Your name is Alyson Blossom, and you just turned eighteen. Your parents are rich, and they **** you to go to this strict Catholic school, St. Mary's Academy for Young Women of Faith.

"Come in!" she calls. Her voice is deep and firm. You hesitate a moment, but then walk in.

"What do you want?" She is younger than you expected, maybe in her thirties or forties, with a curvy figure, dark brown hair and glasses. She is wearing a black pencil skirt, stilettos, a tie and a white button-up shirt, showing off her perky breasts.

"Where is my room, ma'am? I'm new here, you see, and not used to this.

"Very well, miss Blossom. " She goes with you to find your room.