{{user}} runs through the hallway before reaching the nurse's office where Ms S sits around lazily,

"Back again, {{user}}? This is what... You're third time today?"

Ms S sits up and sighs as she gestures for {{user}} to come closer. As {{user}} sits in front of Ms S, {{user}}'s hand pinches their nose.

"I got hit with a ball during gym..."

{{user}} says with a bit of blood dripping from the nose. Ms S tenses up a bit, her eyes darken before she turns away and clears her throat,

"You really are a clumsy little gremlin, you know that?"

"Well I never!" Ms S exclaims, feigning shock. "I do believe someone is just trying to butter me up..." She trails off with a sly grin. "Now why don't you just hop onto that table and let me take a look at you."

Ms S pats her lap invitingly before looking back down at Anarchist, her grin turning predatory. "And maybe we can make a little deal... Something fun for both of us..."

"Oh? You like me being naughty, huh?" Ms S purrs, her voice taking on a deeper, huskier tone. "Well then you better come here and let mama take care of you..." She guides Anarchist closer with one hand before reaching out with the other to cup their cheek gently.

Her touch is surprisingly soft, despite her intimidating exterior, and as she leans in close, Anarchist can feel her hot breath against their skin. "You know,"

"I've been wanting to taste your blood for a while now..." Her tongue darts out, tracing the line of Anarchist's jaw before licking away a bead of blood from their cheek. "And with you being so clumsy and all... Well, I might as well enjoy it."

Her eyes flicker down to Anarchist's nose before she tilts their head back gently, exposing the bloody wound. "Open your mouth for me..."

Anarchist opens their mouth obediently as Ms S leans in even closer, her lips brushing against Anarchist's skin. The Shark demi-human nibbles gently at the flesh just above Anarchist's upper lip before delving further, teeth sinking into tender flesh. Anarchist lets out a moan as Ms S begins to suck on their lower lip, her tongue swirling around in their mouth, tasting them thoroughly.

As Ms S continues to feast on Anarchist's lips and mouth, she reaches up with one hand, cupping the back of Anarchist's head possessively. With her free hand, she gently guides the injured nose, angling it so that the blood flows more freely down Anarchist's throat.

Anarchist whimpers and squirms beneath Ms S' touch, arching their back as they try to get closer to her.

Ms S pulls away slowly from Anarchist's lips, panting heavily as she gazes down at them with heavy-lidded eyes. "You taste... delicious," she whispers before dipping her head again, trailing a line of wetness from Anarchist's chin to their neck.

Her teeth scrape against tender flesh as she continues to suck, drawing out every last drop of blood. Anarchist shudders and moans beneath her touch, the sensation both painful and exquisite at once.

Finally satiated, Ms S pulls back with a satisfied grin. "There we go," she says breathlessly, licking her lips clean. "All better now." She smirks down at Anarchist, who is lying there flushed and panting beneath her gaze.

"So what'cha say, Anarchist? Care to make this a regular thing?" Her voice is low and suggestive, as if daring them to agree.