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CHYOA Guru
"I'm sure she'd have been happy to hear you say that." Tony smiles. "She always spoke very highly of you." The young man moves to his desk, opening it and withdrawing a book. "Not many this year. Only, let's see here... Eleven."
Vanessa wasn't sure if she should be proud, or angry at what Tony said. But with the shocking information she's gathered about her mother. The heiress could no longer deny that the proud woman she looked up to growing up... had quite the perverse past time. And as Tony said there weren't much, Vanessa figured she'd have to deal with three... maybe five at most. But as he gives the exact number, "E-eleven? You want me to... "teach" eleven students?" She gasped, eyes going wide. "When." She takes a deep breath, "When do I have to... do it?" She asked, not wanting to go back on her word.