It was Friday evening and she once more had finished her punishment for the day. She passed through the door of her prison and entered Aris' office but he wasn't there. So she decided to wait for him, let him know she was leaving. She let her eyes wander carelessly around the room but once more they ended up looking at that beautiful lady's portrait behind the dean's desk. She approached to take a better look and she unintentionally felt excited, the source of a feeling she couldn't identify. She stretched out her finger to touch the paint. She guessed the painting was too old

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