Tavris lets out a quiet moan of surprise, like a dove's cry, when her teacher moves in and kisses her right on the mouth. It's something she's dreamt of, kissing Ms Serket like this, but not something she'd ever dreamed would happen. Her tongue is in Tavris's mouth, sweet and sharp and predatory, and the girl can only let it happen, eyes fluttering shut, and then open again as the kiss ends. She pursues the kiss, just a little, but stills when she's asked such an open-ended question.

"Anything," she fawns, breathless. "Anything at all, anything you want of me, I promise."