Kyle strolled into the empty classroom after the final bell rang with a mischievous grin on his face. He knew exactly what was in store for him. Mrs. Kawakami was already there with a scowl on her pretty face as she saw him enter.

"Kyle. Here you are again," she said sternly. "Do you really think this is funny, constantly getting detention?"

Before she could continue her berating, Kyle stepped forward and spoke: "It's been too long since your last detention dance for me..."

He watched as realization dawned on Kawakami's face, her eyes beginning to glow a wonderful pink once again. She shook her head in an attempt to resist but the hypnosis was already overwhelming her.

"And I know how much you love..." Kyle continued, drinking in the sight of his teacher's eyes now fully glowing with mindless obedience. "...to dance for me." 
He continued, knowing what would come next.

Kawakami reached into her desk and retrieved a small bundle of fabric. She stripped out of her conservative clothes, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth skin. Moments later, the teacher was clad in a blue harem dancer attire. Veils caressed her every curve, barely containing her bosom.

Kawakami swayed hypnotically before Kyle as she began to dance for him. Now with an emotionless face - no more angry school teacher.

"Good girl," he purred, thoroughly in control. He had a whole hour to enjoy himself with no limits.

"How can I serve you today, Master?" Kawakami asked sweetly.

Kyle's eyes roamed lustfully over Kawakami's form, mind already racing with the debauched possibilities the next 60 minutes would bring...

D.Va's eyes flicked across the screen as the final enemy fell. "Victory! GG easy" she shouted, her voice echoing in the empty room. She had dominated this match, crushing her opponents with ruthless precision. Her teammates congratulated her, but she barely acknowledged them, basking in her own glory.

Suddenly, a swirling spiral appeared on her monitor, hypnotically spiraling inward. D.Va tried to look away but found herself entranced, the glowing pattern filling her vision. A message appeared: "Come to me. I will show you a better way."

D.Va's mind reeled in shock. This had to be some kind of hacking trick. But as she tried to shut the game down, her fingers would not move. Before she knew it, she was in her mech, marching to the location.

At an unassuming house, she was greeted by a man in a business suit. "Welcome, D.Va," he said. "I've seen your play. You have incredible potential. But that toxic attitude holds you back. You could be so much more."

He was right, she realized. Flashes of her teammates' annoyed faces at her trash talk flooded her mind. Maybe it was time for a change.

The man smiled. He led her inside to a bedroom, where frilly black maid clothes were laid out. "Put those on. Your new life starts now."

As D.Va changed, the man explained her duties - cooking, cleaning, serving. It sounded boring. But as she fastened the frilly apron, a calm settled over her. Her old abrasive personality seemed to melt away, replaced by a docile eagerness to please.

The man grinned. "Perfect. My other maid will show you the ropes. Welcome home, D.Va."

He patted her head and D.Va felt herself preen under his touch. This was right. She was home now. Time to embrace her new role. A flicker of her old competitive fire remained, but now it was channeled into making the shiniest surfaces, the tidiest rooms. Her old life of rage was fading fast. She had found her true calling.

Who's your favorite?~