The heady excitement Anna felt in her first session only increased as the appointments continued. It was more than the pills, more than that warm, addictive seed growing in her stomach, though that certainly didn't hurt. This was a woman, a professional woman, with an air of practiced control, of authoritarian confidence and legitimate autonomy within the campus infrastructure that none of the other girls, not even Ms. Matsumoto, could project. Her strategy was manipulation, and Anna was too dense to realize and too attracted to such things to even care. Over the next few months, the Doctor's approval became an aching need nearly as prominent as food and water and sleep, and her petite frame ran roughshod over the disturbed girl's fantasies. Being close enough to kiss her was at once a powerful aphrodisiac and an ache that was almost too much to bare.

Anna had begun to settle in to the school, to excel as a prefect, to stabilize as an adequate student, to follow the dress code. She's nervous as she heads down the hall to the Doctor's office. The pill bottle has been empty since the last few sessions and it's with equal parts guilt and desperation that she knows what she must do. The office door is slightly cracked as Anna raps softly. "Ms. Saika? Are you in?" Heart high in her chest. The last thing she wants is to garner the woman's disapproval or disappointment.

"I'm whatever kind of girl they want me to be," she murmurs. It lacks the sultry purr and cloying invitation her words normally convey. She shuts the door behind her, eyes wandering down the white length of Ms. Saika's legs, trailing slowly up her petite toes to settle briefly, covetously on the pack of cigarettes. But she quickly draws her eyes away. They drift from the open expanse of couch to the opposite chair, strongly considering the latter before taking a seat on the former, short skirt slipping up the soft white expanse of thigh as she settles down.

She opens her mouth to speak, but before the tidal wave of admission and half-feigned guilt can come pouring out, she catches on Ms. Saika's words. She doesn't look at her, hands settled in her lap. "You're glad?"