Lori allowed Lawrence to steer her closer to him, barely even aware of the fact that he started on her own shirt. His low bass reverberated through her ears when he spoke and it’s what brought her to the present. With a nod, she watched him focus on disrobing her. It was such a strange feeling, but felt oddly right.<br/><br/>“3...”<br/><br/>As far as she was concerned, there was nobody there but the two of them. Not in a classroom, no students looking on, no professor judging, nothing. Just a soft blanket of white, calming and serene, as her shirt rode higher.<br/><br/>“2...”<br/><br/>As if with a mind of their own, her hands traced upwards as the thin fabric of her top reached the bottom of her arms. Helping him, she retracted her hands from his body for just a moment, but immediately replacing them at his pecs once her arms were free of the confining sleeves, where they slid ever upward until they rested on his shoulders.<br/><br/>“1...”<br/><br/>The next thing she did, she couldn’t believe herself. Her eyes never wavered from his, and she could feel herself moving closer. This would never happen, but good thing it was all a dream, right? That’s certainly what it felt like. Her face inched closer to his, as did her body to his chest. She wanted to feel his warmth envelop her. She wanted...just a taste.<br/><br/>“Time’s up!” And with that, Lori’s world froze around her once more. Just as the last bit of her shirt came off her body, her mind went back into the same trance it was in before and she had frozen in place with her hands still on Lawrence. “Well, that was just lovely.” Professor Dragul’s voice drawled, dripping with sarcasm. “Had I known you already had relations with the class model I would have locked away her memory of you before the activity began. Oh well, I’ll allow it for now. But no more freebies from here on out.”<br/><br/>Professor Dragul rounded the centaur and pulled Lori back to her original position, standing upright in the center of the front of the room. In nothing but her short skirt and her lacy pink Demi-cup push-up, he put her shirt in her hand, and, with a quick wave of his own hand over her face, she proceeded to redress herself, moving almost like a zombie in doing so. “So much easier to dress than Barbara, I’ll give her that.” He sighed and looked back at his students. “Mr. Rowburg, you may take your seat. And for the love of all that is good in the world put your clothes back on.” He said, addressing Lawrence one last time before speaking to the rest of the class. “Now, you have seen just one example of what it looks like to charm an individual. There are many different ways to charm others. This is actually a perfect example of ‘the long game.’ Being a friend first has its advantages, but it can also come with many drawbacks. In Lawrence’s case, his body, his kindness, and his charisma is what allowed him to take it to this level of intimacy. Of course, that’s also only because there was an initial attraction being exhibited by our model towards Mr. Lawrence. Without that, even the most charismatic gentleman might not be near as successful.”<br/><br/>As the professor finished his short lesson, he moved to erase her memory of the event that had just transpired from Lori’s mind and he stepped to the side and gesturing to her once again. “Would anybody else like to come up and try? Perhaps a new method of charming, or maybe exercising an ability that you may have to accomplish the goal at hand?”<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1059" data-username="@Midnight" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1059/">@Midnight</a><a class="username" data-user-id="4904" data-username="@OwOBOI_015" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4904/">@OwOBOI_015</a>