Only just about to lock up the room, a girl stormed in- much younger than the first few students he had came across that night, maybe fifteen or sixteen-years-old. She seemed very rebellious for her age and was sure the Dean had mentioned something about her joining the class for detention that evening.<br/>Dante sighed as the girl took a seat, asking if he would try to teach her.<br/><br/>A smirk crossed his face. Dante lifted himself onto the big desk in the front of the room after he locked the door. He removed his jacket very informally and leaned forward on top of the desk-<br/>"Good evening, my name is Dr. Faulkner, and I'll be administering night school tonight, but something tells me neither of us really don't wanna go through that stuff on our first day, huh." Dante smiled.<br/><br/>"What's your name?" He finally asked, gazing upon the girl's voluptuous and tender body.