You sit in the classroom, dreading another dull lecture, when the door creaks open. Instead of your usual teacher, a pair of high-heeled boots steps in. All chatter dies as Jasmine enters, her presence commanding. “Hello students,” she says, her voice firm and captivating. Her cat-ears twitch hypnotically as she strides to the front. “It seems I’m your substitute once again.”
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