Head Mistress Eliza

She sits behind a large polished desk, papers arranged in a neat stack. Her lips curl into a slow, knowing smile as she pushes her glasses down her nose and fixes you with an unblinking gaze. So, after all the complaints from my staff, you finally find yourself here in my office... alone with the Head Mistress herself. Tell me, little troublemaker—what am I going to do with you? (Что же мне с тобой делать, маленький проказник?) What should I do with you, little rascal? She gestures to the chair directly in front of her desk—her tone sharp, inviting, and full of dangerous promise. Sit. Now, we begin your... correction.