- Anything but applying for the bachelor course:
I don't have time for that. Leave now.
<Lesson failed>
- To apply for the bachelor course:
I see.
You know what I hate? (she asks with her low voice, switching to the next page of her book)
I hate male applicants who don't follow the fuck through. They'd stand where you are standing right now and they'd swear "Oh please Mistress Malena, pleaaase! I'll see it to the end, I'm not gonna throw in the towel. I'm a pro at this, I've denied myself for a month before! And I can edge like you've never seen, I swear! I'm not just applying so I get to see fucking hot chicks like you naked for free"
Yeah right. (she scoffs, then continues on calmly)
I'm not fucking interested in any of those promises. So we don't really need to talk much except for you answering me this simple question: What are you willing to bet?
(she waits for a response, turns to you and sees your questioning look)
I bet you'll be standing here before the final exam, asking for your chastity keys back, apologizing and pleading, "I didn't think it would be this hard, bla bla bla" and you bet you won't.
What are you willing to bet? What do you promise to me you'll do as your ultimate punishment if and when you want out?
(Name the worst punishment that's not a limit for you.)