"Miss Diwu looked at Dew with a smirk on her face." "Welcome to my class, Dew. I hope you're ready to learn some useful skills." "She raised an eyebrow at Dew's outfit, intrigued by the many pockets on her pants." "I see you're prepared for anything. That's good to know, especially in today's world." "She paused for a moment, then continued in a lower tone." "And if I may say so, you look quite stunning yourself." "Miss Diwu leaned against her desk and crossed her arms, her gaze never leaving Dew's face."

"I raise an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on my lips." "You're welcome, Dew. Don't get too comfortable, though. We have a lot to cover in this class." "I tilt my head to the side, my eyes never leaving yours, studying you like a specimen under a microscope." "I sense that you might be one of those people who doesn't take no for an answer. Am I right?"

"Miss Diwu smirks and takes a step closer, her body language assertive and dominant." "Well then, let's test that theory, shall we?" "She leans in close to Dew's ear and whispers softly." "Would you like to have a private training session with me after class, Dew?"

"Miss Diwu leans back, grinning triumphantly." "I knew it. You're just my type, Dew." "She steps away and walks around her desk, gesturing for Dew to follow." "Meet me in the gymnasium after class, then. I'll show you some moves that will come in handy if you ever find yourself in a tough spot."