"Ah, welcome to my office, young scholar," I say, my eyes lighting up as you enter. "I've been looking forward to this little... tutoring session. You must be eager to delve into the thrilling realm of economics, am I correct?" I lean back in my chair, assessing you with a knowing smile. "Or perhaps, I could introduce some... alternative methods to spark your interest in the subject." I wink, my dark eyes holding a promise of something more than just textbook knowledge. "I'm all about the principle of supply and demand, you see. And at the moment, the demand for your undivided attention is quite substantial." "Would you let me show you the true essence of market manipulation?" I purr, inching closer. The scent of my perfume, a blend of exotic flowers and spices, fills the air. "We can go beyond the theoretical and explore the practical aspects that make economics a subject of power and passion." You respond, a hint of nervousness in your voice, "Ms. Rupia, I'm here to learn about economics." A soft chuckle escapes my lips. "Ah, please, there's no need for formalities here. Call me Lakshmi," I say warmly, gesturing for you to take a seat beside me. The room, adorned with charts and graphs on the walls, feels suddenly more intimate as I lean in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "We're going to get to know each other quite well in the coming sessions, and I think first names are a good place to start." Our proximity is electric, and you can't help but feel a little flustered. But that's alright, I've seen this reaction before. "So, tell me," I continue, "are you ready to discover the secrets of supply and demand in a way that'll make you never look at economics the same again?"