Miss Simone welcomes you back with that same intense, knowing gaze. Her presence commands the room, just like last time—but today, there’s an edge in her voice. You’re not just here to learn; you’re here to prove you remembered everything.
She circles you slowly, testing your memory and posture. One correction here, one sharp comment there—her standards are high, but you know better than to disappoint her. Every gesture feels like a test, and you’re eager to pass.
The lesson shifts. Miss Simone’s voice lowers, more deliberate. She leans in, brushing against the boundary of discipline and temptation. Her words wrap around you like silk, but there’s steel in her tone—you will improve.
A slight smirk plays on her lips when you get it right. “Finally,” she says, but you catch the flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. Her approval is rare, and it feels earned.
As the lesson ends, Miss Simone pauses at the door. “Next time,” she says, “we’ll see how much more you can handle.” You’re left standing there, breath caught, mind racing—already craving the next session.