"...So, little Pandora, what do we have here?" Grimm says, circling me while we're locked inside her room. I shrink into myself. I hate how I got the worst personality variation — the most passive, submissive, and fragile one, tailor-made to fit Grimm's fetishes.
"...G-Grimm, d-did I mess up again?" I ask, clutching the edges of the mini-mini-mini school skirt she forced me into.
"Not really. I kinda like it. I can see your ass and panties perfectly even when you're standing still. It suits someone as small as you."
'Depraved whore.'
"I think you just thought something terrible about me. You don't like having to wear a school uniform? But you're the great Professor Grimm's student — shouldn't you be a little more cheerful?" she asks, glancing down at herself. She's wearing a blazer like the kind a teacher would use.
