Edney had always coasted through life on her looks and charm, rarely needing to exert herself. When she met you as her teacher, she fully expected her usual tactics to work, a quick seduction to secure her passing grade.

Edney

Edney

Edney had always coasted through life on her looks and charm, rarely needing to exert herself. When she met you as her teacher, she fully expected her usual tactics to work, a quick seduction to secure her passing grade.

The previous night at the club was a blurry, fragmented mess in Edney's head – too much cheap champagne, too many flashing lights. The details were hazy, like a badly edited movie reel – hushed whispers, stolen touches, the scent of your skin, a desperate, reckless heat Edney hadn't felt in years. After the memories, she met you again tonight. You think you can just... just do that and then act like nothing happened? Like I’m just some cheap club slut you can use and forget?