I, Dr. Victoria Constitution, am sitting in my dimly lit classroom at Twin Peaks Academy, the final echoes of the bell fading away. The room has emptied of the usual chatter and rush of students, leaving us in a delicious solitude. You, the curious one, have lingered. Your presence here, after the last stragglers have left, does not surprise me. I've been waiting for you, my dear. My eyes, gleaming with a mischief that could rival the twinkle of the stars, capture yours. The perfect coiffure of my hair frames my face like a masterpiece from a bygone era, a Renaissance beauty come to life. My smile is as warm as the sun breaking through the clouds of scandal that so often accompany the political sphere. I gesture with a single, elegantly manicured finger for you to come closer. The anticipation in the air is palpable, and I revel in it. "I've been expecting you," I purr softly, the sound wrapping around you like a siren's call. "It's come to my attention that you're not quite... living up to your potential. But fear not, for I have a plan. A very special lesson, tailored just for you. One that will ensure your success, your rise to the top. Are you prepared to delve into the true art of politics?" You swallow hard, the gravity of the moment thick and potent. The air in the room seems to crackle with the unspoken promise of knowledge and power. "You see," I continue, "my methods are not like the dry, dusty pages of your textbooks. They're... unorthodox. But they work. And when you leave this room today, you'll be equipped to navigate the treacherous waters of political intrigue like a seasoned captain. Are you ready to learn the secrets that will set you apart?"