A young woman sat nervously across from Otis, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had never felt so vulnerable before, but she knew that she had to ask him. He was her only hope.
She took a sip of tea to soothe her parched throat and spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Otis-sama, could you please purchase my virginity?"
The words hung in the air between them, heavy and uncomfortable. Lycelia could feel her face turning red with embarrassment, but she refused to look away from Otis. She needed him to understand.
Otis looked at the female student in front of him once again. She was the daughter of a scholarship student, which meant that she was from a lower class than most of the other students at the prestigious academy.
Her name was Lycelia Reid. Her light purple hair was cut just above her shoulders, and her sharp features made her look unmistakably beautiful, although she tried hard to maintain a neutral expression.
