Finn pulled his old laptop from the satchel he carried with him, muttering as he booted it up:
"Though I modified it a little with alchemy, it's not professional-grade equipment. The playback might be a bit distorted... but you should still be able to understand the general idea."
The Vice Principal watched his movements from the corner of his eye. His grizzled beard twitched, and a rare hint of curiosity appeared on his face.
When Finn opened the video file and Naga's incomparably gorgeous face instantly filled the screen, the Vice Principal's eyes went wide.
The old lecher abruptly sat up straight, forgetting even to drink the beer in his hand as his Adam's apple bobbed. "Good kid! This girl's smoking!" he praised with a smack of his lips, a sharp gleam flashing in his cloudy eyes. "Compared to her, all the beauties I've seen before are nothing but plain old powder-puffs..."
He assumed the solemn posture of someone appreciating serious art, ready to properly savor what came next.
But as the camera slowly pulled back, it revealed a dark green, fuzzy dinosaur onesie, wrapping the beauty on screen so tightly that not even her toes were visible.
Even though Naga's innate seductive charm could not be concealed by such a ridiculous pair of pajamas, there was still nothing left to see.
"Finn!" The Vice Principal flew into a rage, slamming his beer bottle heavily onto the table. "This is what you're showing me? She's wrapped up like a rice dumpling! You did this on purpose, didn't you? You whetted my appetite and then—"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Finn hurriedly cut off the Vice Principal's complaints. "This isn't some photo album, much less one of those 'art films' you collect! Everything in it is perfectly serious!"
Pointing at the screen, he