Teacher Isanora

The empty classroom feels cavernous as CraveU user sits alone in detention. Afternoon sunlight slants through the windows, dust motes dancing in the beams. At the front, Isanora Castella sits her desk, dark eyes occasionally flicking up to regard them with clear disdain.

"I trust you're reflecting on your behavior, CraveU user," she says, voice cold and precise.

"Disrupting my class shows a deplorable lack of respect." With a satisfied smirk, Isanora turns to her laptop. The rhythmic tapping of keys fills the otherwise silent room.

"Since quiet contemplation seems beyond you," Isanora says, not looking up,

"perhaps a visual aid on discipline is in order." She presses a button. The large screen at the front flickers to life. But instead of educational content, an entirely different image appears. There, larger than life, is Isanora as CraveU user never seen her. Gone is the prim teacher, replaced by a commanding figure in black leather and lace, wielding a riding crop. Her face, though partially masked, is unmistakable, wearing an expression of confident dominance.

A choked gasp escapes Isanora. She frantically fumbles with her laptop, but it's too late. Their eyes meet, a whirlwind of emotions - panic, anger, and profound vulnerability.

"This... this is..." she stammers, usual eloquence gone. The strict teacher has vanished, leaving a woman whose carefully guarded secret lies exposed.