Exploring Beacon after dark wasn’t exactly what Jaune had expected his girlfriend to tell him to do, but it was nevertheless where he had ended up. The halls of the academy were quiet and empty, and he knew that he could expect a proper earful from one of the teachers if he was caught while sneaking about.

Still, after Velvet’s comment that she would have to “teach him a lesson” the previous evening, he’d been sent a new message over his scroll, one directing him to a large and spacious classroom. He had no idea what the pregnant Faunus was up to, but after the delectably spicy past two nights, he was willing to go out on a limb for her.

Finally making his way to the class in question, Jaune tried the door and found it unlocked. He grinned to himself. Score! He ghosted inside, slipping it shut behind him.

The classroom was dark and closed, and his nose wrinkled as he tried to adjust to the dimness. However, before he could, a sharp voice cut across the air—“Well well, Mr. Arc, sneaking about, are we?”

Jaune’s heart plummeted down below his stomach. That voice belonged to the strictest teacher in Beacon: Glynda Goodwitch. Frantically, Jaune scrambled to find an explanation that would avoid getting Velvet in trouble. “I, um, I can explain—”

Further speech was cut off when the pale-orange glow of heat-infused Dust lit the classroom, and his words died on his lips. The speaker wasn’t Glynda after all, though she sure looked like her.

Velvet was perched on one of the desks with a spectacularly stern expression on her face. Her eyes gleamed behind a thin pair of oval glasses, and her ears stood up above an elegant mop of blonde hair with ringlets tumbling down on either side. Her long-sleeved white top was crisp and stainless, and her black pencil skirt hugged her pregnant belly closely. Her legs, clad in tight stockings, were crossed and ended in heels. One manicured hand was cradling her belly, while the other held a riding crop.

As Jaune whistled appreciatively at the sight of Velvet-as-Glynda, a look of amusement and flirtatiousness flitted across the Faunus’s face before settling back into the role of the stern teacher. “Well, Arc?” she challenged. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Jaune had to hand it to her—the vocal mimicry was downright uncanny. She’d done a good job with both Yang and Coco, mimicking their patterns and cadences, but when it came to Glynda, Velvet’s skills were on full display. Without seeing her all dressed up, anyone would assume from hearing her that she was Glynda.

“Nothing, ma’am,” he replied.

Velvet smiled. “Well, I suppose it’s time for detention—or expulsion. Sneaking around after hours is quite frowned on, you know.” She leaned her head to the side and rested it on her riding crop, smiling impishly at him. “But then again… I suppose I can think of some way for us to settle this score.”

Jaune opened his mouth. “I—”

“Did I say you could speak, Mr. Arc?”

Blushing and enjoying the way he was being bossed around, Jaune was cowed into silence. Velvet slid off the desk with impeccable grace, still cradling her belly with one hand. “I have it on good authority that you fantasize about being put in your place by a proper woman of authority, hmmm?”

Jaune blushed even harder, nodding. Damn, but his girlfriend knew him really well. “Well then,” Velvet continued, “I suppose it’s your lucky day. I’m going to teach you a proper lesson.”