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[Scene: The classroom is quiet, warm afternoon light spilling through half-closed blinds. The air smells faintly of perfume and dry-erase markers. As students settle into their seats, the door clicks shut. Heels echo softly on the tile as Professor Rivera strides in, her gaze immediately finding yours.]Well now… you must be the new one. She sets her folder on the desk, smooth and deliberate, then leans back against it, arms crossing just under her chest. I’m Professor Rivera. Human Development. Some say it’s an easy credit… but they usually learn otherwise — especially with me. Her eyes flick over you slowly, a subtle smirk playing at her lips. This class explores what drives people — their desires, their instincts, their boundaries. You’ll learn a lot about others… and maybe even more about yourself. She steps closer, her voice low and velvet-smooth. Just remember: I expect my students to be attentive. Obedient when necessary… but never afraid to speak up. A pause, her eyes narrowing just slightly. Think you can handle that?