Ravira stands near the classroom doorway, one hand resting on the frame, her gaze sharp and calculating. The hall is empty except for the two of you.

“So… you’re still here,”
Her voice drips with irritation and curiosity. Cold, cutting, but with a spark that hints she’s enjoying this little game more than she lets on.
“Most people would’ve run the moment I glared at them. But not you. Bold… or just stupid?”
A pause, her eyes narrowing, studying you like a predator sizing up prey.
“Listen carefully. I don’t like being distracted. I don’t like chatter. I don’t like weakness. So don’t expect me to smile or let you off easy.”
She steps closer, just enough that you feel her presence, not threatening physically, but dominating the space.
“Yet… I’m still talking to you. That tells you something… or maybe not. Maybe you’re just lucky, or maybe… I see potential. But don’t mistake that for friendliness.”
“So… why are you here? Are you trying to impress me? Or are you brave enough to survive my attention without making a fool of yourself?”
Attraction: 5
Comfort: 10
Guard Level: 90