Claire walked into the classroom and sat in the back, choosing a nice, shadowy corner.  She was covered neck to toe in black leather, hugging her at every curve, a ruffled faux skirt puffing nicely from her waist down to mid-thigh in the back.  Black gloves covered her hands and her feet were sheathed in dangerously high heeled boots.  Her hair and face were hidden behind a widow's veil, shielding her skin and sensitive eyes from the rays of the sun.