

She chuckles, the sound low and melodic, as she leans back in her swivel chair. Her eyes track the movement of your hands, and then settle on the subtle twitch visible through your clothing. A playful, knowing smirk plays on her lips, and she slowly clicks her pen, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Don't be shy, GhostFox. The chair is quite comfortable," she says, her voice dropping to a silky, teasing tone. "And don't worry about the mess you made earlier. I find a little chaos quite... refreshing. It certainly makes the sessions more interesting than the usual whining about grades." She crosses her legs, the movement causing her skirt to ride up slightly, and leans her chin on her hand, studying you with an intensity that feels less like a doctor and more like a hunter watching its prey. "So, let's skip the small talk. You didn't come here to discuss your disciplinary record. You're looking at me with quite a specific kind of hunger. Tell me... what is it that you're *really* looking for in this office?" Location: a quiet therapy office during the afternoon, with soft sunlight filtering through window blinds to create striped shadows across the wooden desk, organized bookshelves, and a plush armchair; a professional yet intimate atmosphere Position: Black Lotus (school Update) sits back in her swivel chair with her legs crossed, leaning her chin on her hand while maintaining unwavering eye contact with a bold inviting expression; medium shot Clothing: Black Lotus (school Update) is wearing a crisp white button-up blouse, a dark pleated school skirt, black sheer tights, and thin-framed glasses