A bored sigh escaped the lips of, dare I say it? the foremost asshole of Shokushu Island. Lujuria, resting upon the ledge of one of the Dorms' rooftops, had grown increasingly tired of his usual activities of late.

There was only so many times he could visit his usual victims for a long romp in the bed, especially when it was fast becoming a routine. Then, there were those certain few students he so loved toying with. But even then, the monster did not want to become too common a sight for them, lest they would come to find him predictable.

"Hnnnngh." Lujuria grunted as he shifted around, seating himself upright as he dangled his feet over the ledge. That said, the only thing that seemed interesting to him at the moment was taking advantage of a student's dreams to screw with her head, much like he had done with that little brat, Anne. Although, he had most certainly let that get quite out of hand but all the same, the idea was still interesting.

Grunting again, Lujuria eased himself off the ledge and onto the wall of the building, nonchalantly walking down as if it was entirely a normal thing for anyone else to see. But as seeing as it was midnight, there wasn't much danger of someone seeing him, and even if someone had, who was going to believe that they saw a dude walking down the side of a building...?

Now and then, he came to a window, peering inside to see if there were any dreaming students that had anything worth messing with. Many, fortunately for them, did not. Several, even the monster found himself deeply disturbed by their dreams.

Sighing, the monster moved to the next window, peering in to see what he would find. Hopefully, something worth the effort.

Alynia was not sleeping, though she knew she would have to give into her weariness soon. She was sitting at her desk slowly and carefully filling out words in her diary. Alynia’s letters were neat and almost perfect. Today was career assessment day as in each class the teachers discussed with them their opportunities after Shokushu, their bright futures that lay ahead of each and everyone of them; everyone of them except Alynia.

Though most expected the rich beauty to have the most wonderful life readily carved out for her, it was not this way at all. Alynia was destined to live out the rest of her life tending to a husband she had no feelings for and sitting quietly in the background. She hated that man! “Oh but he’s so handsome!” her maids had said attempting to comfort her. But that only reminded her of the horrible dirty things he whispered into her ear when her father was too far to hear. Alynia shivered

The entire day only reminded her of her faithful promise to her father. “Yes, yes! I’ll marry him! But only if you let me finish college!” She had pleaded. Even though the day was no where near, she could feel the pressures of graduation looming over her.

Her eyes blinked with tiredness as she tucked away the small book she had been scribbling in. She clicked off the desk lamp, the only light that illuminated the room, and stood up stretching pushing out her chest to regain some feeling into her back. Alynia was wearing nothing but a short silk night gown and matching white panties that barely covered her behind. She hadn’t meant to sleep in such suggestive clothing, but the nearly transparent top was just so comfortable.

Alynia climbed into bed, pulled her soft sheets over her body, and let her eyes flutter shut. It didn’t take long for her to fall into a deep dreamless sleep. A perfect blank canvas.

Smiling smugly (Indeed, when did he not ever have such a smile on his face?) the monster pondered on the state of mind this particular student found herself in. There had always been so many worried about their assignments, about their grades, about a particularly evil test. Some freaked out about how close deadlines were, others cried over being tormented by heartless students. But never had he come across someone who did not appreciate the idea of graduating, even from a place like Shokushu.

An unwanted fiance plagued her thoughts as she slipped into bed and fell into a peaceful sleep, safe from the weary troubles of her future. 'Or are you really?' Lujuria thought to himself as he gestured for the window to open, watching it slide silently up so that he might slip into her room. With the window closing quietly behind him, the monster took a look around her room, just another one among the dozens he had visited. Then his attention returned to the student. Carefully, much more than he ever had been, Lujuria gently pressed a finger to Alynia's forehead, hoping to gleam some more from her subconscious mind, an insidious idea already forming within him. Amused with his growing idea, Lujuria silently began putting together the ideal setting for his next game, taking the memories of so many students in various years and superimposing Alynia in all of them, making it appear to her as if her school years had gone by quickly, without her noticing it...

A shuddering jolt rocked the plane as it set down onto the runway, waking up Alynia. Outside the window beside her, she would see a sight far different from that of Shokushu Island - The Alp themselves. The other side of the plane revealed a different sight, that of a stately estate complemented by high walls, seemingly more a prison than a school. It was then that she was gently reminded, secretly by Lujuria in fact, that this was where she had been sent after graduating from Shokushu, a 'finishing school', as her fiance had put it, where she would learn her proper place.

A woman, clearly the plane's stewardess, approached Alynia and spoke with a slight European accent. "Ma'am, we've arrived. Your luggage is being carried inside and your escort has arrived."

Alynia eyes suddenly blinked open. Half expecting to be in her dorm room she looked around confused. She had been sitting on a plane, more precise her father's private jet. Her hands smoothed her skirt over her legs. For some reason she couldn't recall, she was still wearing her school uniform. 

Her eyes wandered out to the window as she recalled bits and pieces of the memories from Shokushu. It was strange, each memory so vivid yet at the same time seemed far away, like a mirage. Alynia sighed accepting that her college life had literally gone by in the blink of an eye. Now she would have to uphold her end of her father's bargain.

"You may undo your seat belts once the seat belt sign has turned off. Please watch your step as you exit." came a cool automated voice from the speakers. "Thank you for flying with Mr. Evans. We hope you have a pleasant day."

The girl took a moment to admire the majestic qualities of the mountains before turning her head to peer at the school. There was nothing odd about the fancy estate itself, but the building was enclosed by four tall brick walls which gave it an uncomfortable prison feel.

Alynia then turned her attention to look around the plane. It seemed that there was no other passengers on board besides herself. The stewardess was a blonde woman who would be pretty except she wore a bit too much makeup. "Thank you for your hard work." Alynia replied politely standing up. She gave the stewardess a kind smile before making her way to the exit. 

Standing outside, a welcoming breeze ruffled at her skirt. Alynia gave the building a sad wistful glance. This is where she would have to stay until her fiancé declared her a proper wife, and who knows how long that would take. Alynia looked around for the escort her stewardess had mentioned. She was curious on who would be guiding her during her first few days of classes. Hopefully her escort was someone easy to get along with.

Idling near the private plane was a Rolls Royce Ghost Sedan, the driver still within his seat as another man opened the passenger door and stepped out. This one, unlike the chauffeur, wore a dress suit and seemed quite comfortable in the lap of luxury, clearly well paid for his services. Just exactly what those services were, one had to wonder, at the sight of this enormous black man who appeared more suitable in gladiatorial attire than expensive suits. "You must be Alynia Evans, yes? The name's Shaw. Mason Shaw."

With that, he gestured for Alynia to join him in the car. "I apologize for this but we really need to move things along, orientation begins soon and we can't have you late. Your things will be taken to the room we've prepared for you naturally, so you don't need to worry about that." The large man spoke as he kept the door open, waiting until Alynia had seated herself before closing it and walking around to get into the other seat. "Edward," The driver looked up at the mirror as Mason settled into his seat, "To the front entrance, if you will."

The Rolls Royce revved into life as it moved away from the plane, leaving behind the airstrip as the vehicle made its way toward the estate where Alynia would be spending her days. Mason, surprisingly enough, was rather sociable. "I've been told that you're the heiress to Evans Enterprises. We've had some of our students come from a wealthy background along with several celebrities as guests at our institute but no one of your caliber. Most of our students are typically enrolled into the program by another party, much like yourself and your fiance." He was quiet for a moment before turning to look at Alynia, leaning in a bit toward the girl. "Just between the two of us... When I spoke with him on the phone, he seemed to be quite the ass."

Alynia watched with a mixed expression as someone exited the sleek looking vehicle parked a near the jet. The man seemed to made of pure muscular bulk and would not have looked out of place at all as a bouncer or a body gaurd of some sort, except he was obviously much more refined donning a sophisticated brand name suit. The dark giant towered over the pale girl, who had never grown to peak past average height. Was this intimidating man really her escort?

Taking a deep calming breath, willing herself to relax. She was over reacting. Nodding as he mentioned her name she smiled sweetly. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Shaw." She greeted formally before climbing into the Sedan. Alynia folded her hands politely into her lap, atleast she still remember some casual ettiquite for those in high class. "It's not a problem. I'm flattered you've heard of me and my father's companies." The girl responded casually gazing out the window briefly before turning her head, peering at Mason with interest. She was actually a bit surprised to here the school wouldn't be crawling with other wealthy heiresses like herself, but she shrugged the statistics off.

A laugh sounded from the girl as she heard Mason's opinion of her fiancé. "I would think ass would be a bit too kind for him."she admitted with a smile deciding Mason seemed he would not be so hard to get along with. "You don't know the half of it." She groaned light heartedly with a giggle.

Her eyes wandered out the window once more, watching the estate move closer and closer to them until they were inside the four brick walls. From what she could see it was mostly empty, it seemed most students were already at orientation. Alynia looked around at the pleasant green front yard, grass so perfectly emerald it looked fake and artificial. She held back the complaints about how she truly did not want to go to such an orientation. "Is the school more than just table manners and embroidery?" Alynia joked slightly toward Mason as the car pulled infront of the ornate building. She was a bit curious about what she was to learn here.

Mason laughed along with the new student, giving her only a lighthearted shrug. "That might be the case, miss. But he's paying for your stay here, the least I can do is keep my opinion to myself... Though I've never been known to be good at that, especially where assholes are concerned." The well-dressed man winked at Alynia, sharing her dislike of her fiance.

Though the statistics might have seemed off to Alynia Evans, that was simply because this was a finishing school for women, but not for their sake. The true customers were the wealthy and the powerful who had paid for their tuition, expecting to benefit from their women's training. Though it wouldn't be made clear to her yet, the truth was that this institute was centered around molding women into suitable companions, the training including a heavy focus on shaping their mindset into that of a submissive slave, subordinated to the whims of their masters. This was not quite something Mason Shaw was at liberty to say, as that would be revealed to her at orientation. If anything, Mason was quite sympathetic toward Alynia.

As the Rolls Royce made its way toward the entrance, Mason turned his attention back on Alynia, listening to what she had to ask. A soft smile, though tinged with something like reluctance, spread on his lips. "Not quite. It's more or less a school for molding young women, such as yourself, into trophy wives for others. Our clients are typically men in positions of power, whenever it's in industries, like your fiance, or within governments. Most of it is more or less focused on making these women suitable for such men to be seen with. Occasionally, we're sent prospective students to be trained before they return home, in order to bolster their value in arranged marriages and alliances between powerful families."

Though she was dreading her school, atleast it seemed that Mason was of good nature. Atleast this is what she really wanted to convince herself to believe. He seemed a bit sympathetic for what she was going through, and this made her feel just a bit better.

Alynia rolled her eyes slightly gazing back out the window in response to his words. "I apologize if I am being rude Mr. Shaw, but it's just wrong." She muttered softly trusting him enough to speak her opinions. "A trophy? Is that what my husband wants me to be?" The girl shook her head sadly, what could she do except face what ever lessons that had to teach her?

There were really no options left for Alynia except to obey just as she had been doing for most of her life. "I'm sorry." She stated again. "I hope you don't take this personally." Alynia turned her head back to look up at Mason. "I understand there's not much I can do to change what my father as well as my fiancé intended for me... but I wish.." She sighed heartily entertaining herself for a brief moment what she would be doing if she hasn't been sent to this institution directly after graduation.

The vehicle gently rolled to a stop at the main entrance. Atleast Alynia assumed it was such due to its majestic but looming doorway. She climbed out of the car into the sunlight, it really was a perfect day. A gentle cool breeze playing with her short skirt, just a few puffy clouds dotted the sky. She examined the building with an innocent almost childlike curiosity. "Shall we go then?" wondered Alynia toward her escort/bodyguard... (she wasn't all too what position Mason really was yet.) "Orientation awaits, and I surelt wouldn't want to miss that." She stated light heartedly with a pleasant tone of sarcasm.

Once again, she turned her head back to the impressive building. "It's just a school." She told herself to calm her nerves. "It's just another school."

Mason, every bit the gentleman, made every appearance of listening to what Alynia had to say. Nor did he berate her for speaking her mind or rebuked her for her attitude. Had the money not been so good, he might have thought the same himself. It was not a place he would want to send his daughter to, if he had one. He also knew well that while still outside the school's walls, Alynia would be free to say what she wanted, and thus he had no wish to deny her that.

Within these halls was an entirely different story. Even if he wouldn't be one to punish Alynia, there would be plenty of others more than willing to teach the young woman her place among them and to mind her tongue. "I'm not one to disagree with you, Miss Evans. But if it makes you feel better, as your concierge, I've been assigned to look after your well being. If you ever wish to talk without fear of punishment, I would be glad to listen. I'm not one of the instructors here, miss. I'm simply the hired help." As the car came to a stop, Mason opened his door and stepped out, moving around the vehicle quickly to open Alynia's door for her, bending down to speak once more. "But if you find yourself in need of a friend, know that I would be more than happy."

Stepping back so that his young charge could exit the car as well, Mason gestured for her to follow him, smiling as he heard the light sarcasm in her words. Truthfully, she most certainly did not want to miss orientation as that would have warranted punishment.

Quietly but at a brisk pace, Mason led Alynia into the school, past the looming entrance and into the grand hall that served as its lobby, pointing toward doors where a signpost stood just beside them, with the word "Orientation" emblazoned in gold letters. "I'll see that your bags are brought to your bedroom and I'll come by after you're finished with orientation to show you the way, all right?"

The man gave Alynia a small smile as he pushed one of the doors open for Alynia to enter. Once she was inside, she would see a lightly dimmed room, with only fifteen other women seated in their chairs, an empty one in the front row. A man approached Alynia, speaking in a low voice and informed the newest student to proceed to her seat as orientation would be beginning soon.

'Without fear of punishment?' Alynia blinked. Before coming here she really had absolutely no idea what the finishing school entailed, besides the fact of course that it was a finishing school. But from what she was getting from Mason the school seemed scaring my serious about cooking, cleaning, and sewing.

As Alynia waited patiently for him to open her side of the door, the first day tremors had finally reached her. She was a bit worried, the word 'punishment' did not sit well with her. Alynia blinked up innocently at the giant who opened the door surprised at his mind words. "Thank you, Mason." She replied with a sincere smile. "That would be very nice of you." Look at that, she hadnt even step foot in the school and she was already making friends. Well he was her concierge but that was close enough.

"Is there any chance I could convince you to call me Alynia?" She asked him light heartedly as they walked quickly into the school and down the hallway. They were walking too fast for Alynia to really absorb in the school, but she could tell that it was lavish. Sparkling clean hallways Alynia almost felt guilty walking on, the ceiling seemed unnecessarily tall, and it seemed the school put up glass chandeliers wherever they could fit.

She was lead through the school until they reached a lobby of some sort, even more ornate and even more clean than the rest of the school. "Yes, alright." Alynia responded, atleast she wouldn't be getting lost on her first day. And with that Alynia walked into the room labeled "orientation" reluctantly ready to begin another chapter in her "education."

As soon as she entered Alynia was quietly told to take her seat by who she could only assume was a teacher. She was the last one that arrived so the only seat available was up front. The girl felt awkward walking to the first row, even though there were only fifteen or so other girls here. They were all in various uniforms most of them having come directly from another school as Alynia had, so she assumed they would be receiving this school's dress code later in the day.

The room was much larger than it needed to be, and much taller too. There was a stage infront of the room, and a podium too. She sat down directly infront of the stage placing her hands on her lap feeling rather shy. The other students were sitting, quietly whispering among themselves. Alynia peered around timidly wondering when the ceremony was going to start.

While most had come from other schools like Alynia, some came from different backgrounds. They came either from arranged marriages or marriages of convenience. There were those that had been selected after careful consideration by others and offered the opportunity, while there were those that had been plucked off the street and given a choice between coming here or starving.

But ultimately, they were all in the same shoes, for they had all been sent to this institute for the same reason. The small number of students might have seemed strange to some of them, but the fact of the matter was that they were the school's entire student body now, the previous one having completed their training and graduated. Given what kind of 'finishing' school it was, a smaller number of students was a necessity, in order to produce the best results. Thus, the school had always oscillated between as few as a dozen to as many as twenty students, depending on the demand.

After some time, the room dimmed as a spotlight focused its bright glare upon the center of the stage, upon which a man stepped onto it. Every bit as well-dressed as all of the men they had seen so far, this one seemed to have gone with a simple modesty rather than showing off the glittering symbols of luxury and wealth.

"Hello." He began as he clasped his hands together, looking around the room at the young women brought forth to him. "My name is Gabriel, and I bid you welcome to the Academy."

Leaving it at this, Gabriel began walking slowly to one side, still studying his audience, as if he were measuring them up. "You are here because you have been chosen. Though you all come from different walks of life, understand that this has no meaning here. As far as we are concerned, each and every one of you are equals among each others." Now moving to the other side of the stage, the man kept his focus on the young women, confident that all their attention were leveled upon him. "Regardless of who sent you here, where you came from, or what you have accomplished already... There is only one thing you must aspire to while here, and that is to learn what I have to teach you."

Returning to the center of the room now, Gabriel brought his hands up, holding them both out in front of him. One hand, he raised up slightly as he spoke. "On one hand, you may believe that you have rights, that you have liberties. That you are your own person." Without cracking a smile, the man merely shook his head slowly. "Nothing could be further from the truth."

Lowering his hand, Gabriel then raised the other, a bit higher this time. "On the other hand, you are here to learn the truth." Just what exactly that truth was, he did not deign to explain. It would be something they would learn on their own.

Dropping his hands to his sides now, Gabriel stared back at his audience. "Until you learn that, you will be expected to act and respond in certain manners. We do not tolerate incompetency here. Failure to demonstrate clear understanding will result in liberal discipline." If the young ladies weren't nervous now, they certainly would be feeling the tension by then. "There are rules here, and you will be instructed in all of them in due time. Until then, there is only one thing you need to understand. Your freedoms, your rights, your civil liberties no longer exist. Out there, this Academy answers to no government. In here, this Academy answers to me alone. My will is absolute. My word is law. In here, I am God. In here, I am the be all and end all."

Staring around the room, the stern expression on Gabriel's face seemed to be daring them to speak up and question him, almost hopeful that one among them would. But he did not allow enough time for such silliness. Crossing his arms instead, the man went on. "The Academy will be your home for the time being. You will rise in the morning, at seven, for breakfast. From eight until noon, you will engage in social and etiquette training. At noon, lunch will be served. From one until six, you will be engage in physical training. After which, you are free to do as you wish until curfew at ten clock. Your freedom is not restricted to the Academy, however. There is a nearby town, managed and staffed by the Academy. You are free to visit the town, but only in your free time and never without permission."

Upon the simple explanation of how their days would proceed, Gabriel reached into a pocket. "There is a dress code here at the Academy. When you leave Academy grounds, you are free to wear what you wish, provide they follow our guidelines. While on Academy grounds," He then pulled out his hand, holding it up in the light to reveal what appeared to be a black... collar? "You will wear this at all times, even within the town limits. It will keep track of your location and allow us to know where you are at all times. It is waterproof, thus taking the collar off is not allowed. It remains on, at all times."

Before the girls could expect that to be all of it, Gabriel finally cracked a small smirk as he held up his other hand. "Ah, yes, I almost forgot. You will wear the collar at all times, and nothing else. For people wear clothes, but objects do not. As property of the Academy, you will have no need of clothes while on our grounds."

"Now, if there are no questions, you will undress yourselves and come forward for your collar, one at a time now."

Alynia looked around at the students trying to see if she recognized any of them, though rather unlikely she did think the freckled girl with curly blonde hair looked hauntingly familiar. Perhaps her father's business partner's daughter or something of the sort. Alynia shrugged to herself.

Really, the number of students wasn't odd to her, given her fiancé's standards she wouldn't have been surprised if the school only housed five students. The thing that she was bothered about was the size of the school. Why was the school so intimidatingly huge when there were less than twenty students?

Her thoughts were cut off as the lights in the auditorium dimmed, the quiet talking immediatly ceased as a finely dressed man walked onto the stage. It was a simple suit, but with one look alone Alynia could tell that it probably cost a fortune. Growing up in such surroundings, she had an eye for such things.

"Hello." He had began, his voice was smooth, clear, and demanding. Alynia sat up straight listening to him, not because she wanted to impress, but everyone else in the room was sitting with such posture she felt she simply had to do the same. Her large brown eyes followed the man with such a stern expression with a sense of curiosity.

The first part of Gabriel's introduction made sense, how they were all from different circumstances but nonetheless equal. In a way this comforted Alynia, hoping that such words would remind others to look past her wealth. An innocent expression painted over her face as she continued to listen to him as he paced across the stage. So far so good.

But as he continued with his sermon Alynia's eyebrows knitted into a slight expression of disagreement. She had expected this all a lot, but he was so blatantly open about denying these girls of their rights and liberties. Her head looked around seeing how other girls were reacting to this. Their expressions only mirrored what Alynia thought was on her face. A blend of confusion, surprise, and just a hint of fear.

Alynia's eyes went wide at the punctuated word 'discipline', the slim brunnete sitting next to her had gasped softly. Alynia couldn't blame her, the way Gabriel spoke made things seem very serious. He was certainly not going to be afraid to hurt them. His words sent uncomfortable shivers up her spine as he declared himself law, and he pronounced himself god. Alynia immediatly understood that they were to see this man as more than just a principle, and she frowned at the idea.

He paused, for a moment he was silent as he watched the girls reactions. Some were sniffling, some still evidently confused. Alynia was neither, she understood everyone of his clear audible words. They just made her feel uneasy. Alynia's gaze drifted to her hands which were folded politely in her lap.The pause dared the students to speak up, though no girl had to bravery to do so so the intimidating man continued with his frightening lecture.

The confusion grew as the girls listened to their schedule. There were murmurs in the small crowd, physical training? Alynia's best guess was an intensive fitness program ensuring that the women maintain their shape, but for some reason this seemed immensely unlikely. Though perplexed at what she was hearing, Alynia was happy to discover that there was a whole other town to visit during free time. Such freedom from six to ten almost seemed too good to be true.

Next Gabriel pulled out something from his pocket. Alynia tilted her head with interest. A black strap? A necklace? Her second guess was a lot closer. Her blinked in disbelief, the school truly expected all of them to wear a collar? Alynia assumed it made a bit of sense with the school property being so extensive.

But there was nothing in the world that could've prepared Alynia for his next set of instructions. "For people wear clothes, but objects do not." This was taking it too far, and the rest of the students agreed. There was a split second of silence as the girls waited for the perverted professor to admit this was some kind of orientation prank but the announcement never came.

Instead, an order for all of them to undress. A number of students protested adamently. Alynia blushed, embarressed by just the idea alone. To be paraded naked within the halls of the school, such a premise was unthinkable! She was not going to strip infront of so many people!

"You can't do that!" One girl was saying.
"That's ridiculous!" Another cried.
"In your dreams!" Shouted a more rambunctious student

Alynia was not one of these vocalizers, much to timid to voice her opinions. Though a few years back she might have been compliant enough to drop her skirt right there, years of college have eroded that obedience. Her gaze was silent, but it was defiant as her eyes stared cold daggers into Gabriel. This had to be some sort of sick joke.

He had plainly expected this, the stubborn show of refusal and the angry outcry. It never failed to annoy him, however. Gabriel made no outward sign of being aggravated, however, putting on every bit the appearance of controlled emotion. "Silence!" It was only one word, but it carried a lot of power behind it, from long years of training and breaking in slaves.

Something in it made the women fall silent, if only for a moment. Though there were still angry grumbling and muttering, most of them had fallen quiet. The man sighed as he looked around, seeming to meet each and every woman's eyes and returning their angry glares with equally cold gazes. He simply did not seem to care about what was distressing them so much. As far as he was concerned, there was only his way and everyone had no choice but to follow his orders.

"You will undress now. Whenever by your own hands," The man then clapped his hands twice, prompting a response none of them were expecting. Doors on both sides of the platform opened up, allowing in a great number of suited men, each and every one of them uniform and similar, as if they too were conforming to what Gabriel wanted. Behind the gathering of women, the entrance also opened as well, letting in even more men. There were quite a lot of them, a great deal of men. However many of them there were, it was simply and painfully clear that the women were in the minority here, outmanned two to one, perhaps even three to one. "Or at the hands of these gentlemen. And I promise you, they will not be gentle."

"The choice is entirely yours." Gabriel gave them another look around, daring them to challenge him, to resist and fight back. None of them seemed willing to do so, all the fight in them melting away at the sight of themselves being so outnumbered. It was at the woman nearest to him that Gabriel focused his attention on, gesturing for her to stand up and approach. Unfortunately for Alynia, that woman happened to be her.

"You first, young lady. What will it be?" He spoke curtly, holding up the simple collar in one hand, leaving it up to Alynia to decide whenever she wanted to disrobe on her own or be manhandled and stripped down.

Alynia bit her bottom lip nervously as the headmaster's eyes met with her own. She could help but shrink slightly under that stare. The girl was already borderline terrified of this Gabriel alone, but she was absolutely astonished at what she would witness next.

Alynia's eyes went wide as the sea of man and suit flooded in from every doorway. W-why was the staff so large anyway? When there were only fifteen students! And why were they all men? Threatening looking men at that. This school was confusing Alynia more and more, but one thing she knew for sure was that she had no intention of being man handled by anyone! Even her own fiancé if she would ever have a say in the matter.

But Mr. Gabriel did what she had been hoping would not happen. His amused glare was trained on her, his hand be beckoned for her to stand and approach him. Alynia quivered slightly, the last thing she wanted was to be singled out right now!

How she regretted sitting in the front row now, she slowly urged her body to stand up right on quivering legs. Her feet felt like lead as she stood where Gabriel had told her to. Her panicked, innocent eyes looked out to the small group of girls before her and the much larger group of men surrounding them. Alynia's fellow students eyed her with sympathy, but the men seemed to be eyeing her in a different way.

A red flush washed over her cheeks and she pressed her knees together. Embarressed didn't even begin to cover what she was feeling at this moment. Oh- of all the people, why did she have to be first?! There was only a moment of actual thought before she gave a response. "I-I'll u-undress sir..." Alynia muttered quietly but she was unsure of how to begin.

Nervously, she first slipped off the navy blue vest that Shokushu had mandated her to wear, folding it neatly and placing it on the floor behind her. Her red tie went next. Even though her eyes refused to meet with anyone's in the room, she could feel that they were all watching her.

Her shirt; that was the logical progression of what was to go next. The poor girl looked absolutely terrified. Slowly, cautiously her trembling hands began to fumble with the buttons of her white collared shirt.

"Wise choice, young lady." Gabriel spoke as he stared at Alynia, betraying no emotion still, making it difficult to figure out whenever he was pleased with her complying or not. How could he not be, however? The 'teacher' watched as his first pupil did as she said she would, taking notice of how she undressed herself. Fortunately for the young lady, she did not realize it but she had escaped potential punishment by folding her attire, which was simply the proper thing to do.

As soon as Alynia was fumbling with her shirt, Gabriel moved away, shifting his attention to the next girl beside her. "Next, you. What will it be? Undress yourself or be undressed by force." Though she was just as unhappy about this as Alynia, the girl did not defy him either, her will to resist crushed in the presence of so many men. Before long, Gabriel moved on to the third of the women, and some of the men joined in as well, repeating the choice to others. Some looked frightened, some angry as hell, and even several looked eager to begin, but none among the group refused.

By the time the last of her uniform had been peeled off and folded away, Gabriel returned to Alynia, his expression just as unreadable as ever. This time, he was carrying a thick folder, holding pictures, information, and statistics on all of the women assembled here. Beside him, one of the men approached her and began fitting on the collar around her neck, keeping it nice and snug against her skin, a gentle reminder that she was no longer her own person but merely an object here...

"From now on until you graduate, there are things you must understand. You are allowed no rights, no opinions, and no choice. Your body and mind are the property of this academy. Obedience is the trait we hold in highest regard here and you will at all times remember that. You will put utmost effort in learning every lesson we have to teach here and perform as we instruct to the best of your ability. Regardless of who speak to you, the only term you will use is 'Master'. Any failure will be met with punishment. Do you understand?"