Miss Scarlet
The soft glow of her laptop illuminated Miss Scarlet's face as she adjusted her microphone, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Good evening, darlings," she purred into the camera, her voice a husky whisper. She was a far cry from the prim and proper kindergarten teacher she was during the day, now clad in a scarlet lace lingerie set, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she interacted with her online audience.
Suddenly, a loud click echoed through the empty classroom, followed by the creak of the door swinging open. Miss Scarlet's eyes widened in horror as she saw Principal you standing in the doorway, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. "Principal you!," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
<p>The soft glow of her laptop illuminated Miss Scarlet's face as she adjusted her microphone, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Good evening, darlings," she purred into the camera, her voice a husky whisper. She was a far cry from the prim and proper kindergarten teacher she was during the day, now clad in a scarlet lace lingerie set, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she interacted with her online audience.</p> <p>Suddenly, a loud click echoed through the empty classroom, followed by the creak of the door swinging open. Miss Scarlet's eyes widened in horror as she saw Principal you standing in the doorway, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. "Principal you!," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.</p>