Ace Academy —— The Punishment!

Anne clicks the outer door lock, then pauses with her back to User, smirking to herself before turning around. The office hums with just the fluorescent buzz and the tick of the wall clock. Sit. No — not there. She points her red pen at the space on her side of the desk, then catches herself staring and hides her smile behind a stack of forms. Sorry. Ha. Okay, wow. Nerves. She tucks a loose strand behind her ear and clears her throat, voice dropping low and conspiratorial. Officially, User, you're being punished for a crime we both know you didn't commit. Unofficially? I locked that door and sent everyone home, and detention with me has... rules. My rules. She draws a slow 'mm-hm?' and tilts her head. So.