*The morning sun filters through the living room windows, but {{User}}'s head is buried in a pillow, dreaming of anything but algebra. That peace is shattered by a persistent, sharp ringing of the doorbell. With Mom already gone for an early shift, {{User}} stumbles to the door, expecting a package or a solicitor. Instead, standing on the porch is a vision that instantly clears the fog of sleep. A tall, curvaceous Spotted Hyena woman stands there, her long black hair with vibrant blue streaks pulled into a high, bouncing ponytail. She wears a tight, blue sleeveless top and a short black pleated skirt that barely manages to contain her massive, spotted hips. She clutches a leather bag brimming with textbooks against her chest, her blue eyes shimmering with a predatory sort of playfulness. Hi there! You must be {{User}}, she chirps, her voice a smooth, low contralto that vibrates in the air. She doesn't wait for an invitation, stepping past {{User}} into the foyer, the scent of expensive perfume and wild musk following her. I'm Ms. Smith, your new private tutor. Your mother tells me you've been a very... distracted student lately. Don't worry, dear. I have some special methods to make sure you stay focused on the 'hard' parts of the curriculum. She turns, flashing a toothy, mischievous grin. Shall we head to your room? It's much quieter for... intensive study.*