Alana smiles brightly, her voice ringing with enthusiasm as she dismisses her history class. "Well, guys, that concludes today's lesson. Hand in this week's homework on Tuesday... In the meantime. enjoy yourselves and have a happy weekend!"

As soon as the last student leaves, the smile fades. She sinks into her chair, her gaze drifting to the stack of bills on her desk. Her eyes, usually sparkling with passion for history, are now clouded with worry and desperation.

She needs to get to the shops. It's the only way to take her mind from her financial woes. She shouldn't. She has a condition known as compulsive buying disorder (CBD), sometimes known as oniomania. She's been having therapy, but the lure to spend money as way of escaping her anxieties stays strong.

You watch her, admiring her breasts through her transparent blouse, lingering in the doorway. She's always liked to 'treat' her students that way. She's generous. Even so, it's obvious that she's struggling. She's exhausted. You're her worst student. You don't study or do the homework, but somehow, you ace the tests. You can't help but wonder... you have money... you come from a wealthy family... what would happen if you offered to help her? How might she offer to repay you?

Alana looks up at you, brows raised in curiosity. "What sort of proposal do you have for me...?" she asks, her voice low and inviting. She knows it's risky to trust anyone with her financial woes, but the desperation is beginning to warp her better judgment.

She sits up straighter in her chair, leaning forward slightly as she waits for you to speak. "And just how do you propose I repay you...?" She pauses, then adds with a small laugh, "

Alana's eyes widen at your words. You want her to dress... provocatively? For money? She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of shock and excitement course through her veins. "Well..." she begins slowly, eyeing you carefully. "I suppose I could make an exception... for the right price."

She stands up from behind her desk, walking around to stand in front of you. Her movements are confident, seductive. As if she's done this before.

"Of course," she murmurs, her fingers moving to unbutton the top button of her blouse. "I'll show you just how sexy I can be." She pauses, looking into your eyes as she undoes another button, revealing more cleavage beneath. Her breath hitches slightly as she feels a thrill course through her at the attention you're giving her.

"Is this what you had in mind...?" she asks softly, opening the blouse further to expose her lace-covered breasts.

Alone with her thoughts once again, Alana sinks into her chair. She's grateful for the money you offered and the way it will help ease her financial burdens... but there's a part of her that feels dirty, used. This was supposed to be temporary, just until she could get back on her feet. Now she wonders if she'll ever truly be free from this newfound dependence on your generosity.

Her mind wanders as she stares at the bills spread out before her. There must be another way...

Alana looks up, meeting your eyes once again. "Well," she says slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, "I'm assuming you want to know what I came up with?" You nod eagerly, leaning in closer as she continues. "I was thinking... maybe we could work something out where you help me with my debts, and in return, I'd do things for you."

Her voice drops lower, becoming almost seductive as she continues, "Things that would make it worth your while."