The drive to Slothlands Academy was long and hot and Dhyanna Cervantes was in a sour mood and cursed the humidity of the country as she pulled up the long, well-manicured drive and came to a stop on the beautiful cobblestones.

"Trying to impress me with their hand polished cobblestones" SNORT

She walked to the door of the establishment and before she could open it the door was flung open and a handsome man stood (a trifle unsteadily) staring at her. He stepped back and held the door open further. Dhyanna detected the odor of JD (being an old fashioned southern belle) and an expensive smelling cigar lingering around him like a miscreants halo. Walking into the dimly lit hallway, Dhyanna was impressed by the amount of tastefully displayed erotic art images that hung there.

"Dhyanna Cervantes" she mumbled coldly extending a hand that was as cold and limp as the greeting.

Sweat ran down her back still making her red, silk blouse uncomfortably sticky and she was glad she had chosen a lightweight half cup bra to wear under it. Her short cotton skirt was a refreshing contrast to the silk of her blouse, and the garter she wore under it made her feel cool and breezy in the absence of underwear. As she stared at the man now shaking her hand she thought she noticed a glint in his eye as he motioned her toward what looked to be his office.