Celia timidly opened the door, brushing a stray lock of her long red hair out of her face. The  rest of it was curled up into a "Janeway" style bun. But she was nothing like her heroine from the Voyager series. Small and freckled, with a less than adequate bust in her own mind.<br/><br/>She stepped inside the room and took in her Mistresses demeanour. "You sent for me Headmistress?" She asked timidly, even though it was just a part of the game.<br/><br/>Sweat had begun to dampen the armpits of her high-necked white blouse. She smoothed her skirt, also mid-calf and tweed, nervously, eyeing the cane. Her glasses misted slightly from her perspiration.