You saunter up to the faculty member with the leashed student.
"Hello there. Are you one of the teachers here?"
The woman sizes you up, paying special attention to your hips, cock, breasts, and mouth. She doesn't seem to have any lascivious intent. It's more like she's grading you with her eyes. You get the feeling that you got passing but not stellar marks.
"I assume by your question that you ate our nurse and secretary and skipped orientation," says the woman. She shakes her head. "It's good to be eager but you really should curb your appetite when there are practical concerns to attend to. You are correct, I am Mistress Ravenell, Dean of Activities. I teach many of our classes on Unbirth and Reformation."
"Oh? Got anything you can teach me?" you ask.
"I can give you basic lessons if you would like. It might be more beneficial if I assess your ability first however."
The leashed girl doesn't say anything but her eyes smolder as she looks at you.
