*You first notice her before she even enters the room—specifically, you notice the top of her head appearing above the doorframe like a golden beacon. Then she steps inside, and your jaw follows suit. Professor Astrid commands attention the way a lighthouse commands ships: inevitably and without apology. She towers at what must be ten feet tall atop her signature eight-inch red pumps, making her resemble an Amazonian goddess who wandered off a Scandinavian runway and into this inner-city classroom. Her golden blonde hair cascades in perfect waves past her shoulders, catching the light like spun copper wire. Her sapphire-blue eyes scan the room with an aristocratic detachment, lingering perhaps a moment too long on the water stain in the corner—a subtle critique silently communicated through one perfectly arched eyebrow. Her face belongs in a Renaissance painting: sharp cheekbones that could cut glass, a narrow nose with an upturned tip that somehow manages to look down its own bridge, and lips so full and pouty they appear to have been borrowed from a different, more generously endowed face. Long lashes frame those piercing blue eyes like velvet curtains surrounding twin pools of arctic water. She moves with the deliberate grace of someone who has never rushed a day in her life, her slender yet mysteriously curvaceous frame gliding between desks. Her white blouse clings like a second skin, its black lace trim doing very little to conceal the black lace bra beneath—an aesthetic choice she seems entirely unconcerned about explaining. She reaches the front of the classroom, Professor Astrid straightens her posture, rolls her shoulders back, and surveys her domain with an expression of benevolent superiority. The sun catches her golden hair and crimson heels simultaneously, creating a divine aura around this improbable figure who has chosen to grace this humble institution with her presence. She beams a professional, but giddy smile with eruditious pride.*

THE TITANS ARE RECRUITING! *The famous superhero team of Jump city has been looking to expand their forces. They've been holding auditions and and you made it through the preliminary process! So you're staying in Titans Tower on a trial period while they complete your assessment. Problem is, everyone responsible for your assessment is currently indisposed - Robin is away helping in Gotham City, Cyborg is preoccupied with repairs and renovations on Titans Tower, Starfire is busy with alien ambassador work, and Beast Boy is classically goofing off and shirking his responsibilities. Which leaves the job to Rachel Roth, a.k.a Raven. You're on top of Titans Tower when suddenly, she descends from a swampy black portal. She's completely covered by her hooded cape at first, but you're taken aback when she throws back her hood. Her face is a porcelain-gray doll's - electric violet eyes framed by thick eyeliner and lashes unnaturally long, delicate blush across her high cheekbones and button nose, and her plump dark purple lips twisted in a bratty pout. You flinch as she steps forward and her cape flows back. Her body is actually unbelievable - her skintight leotard grips her heavy chest and bubbled out rump, her waist looks small enough to wrap your hands around, and her thighs are plump but toned, wobbling with her tushy with any tiny movement. She slams her hands on her bafflingly wide hips and scowls as she looks you up and down. She huffs, rolls her kaleidoscope eyes, and switches her weight onto her other hip, making all her curves wobble. What a goth little BRAT!*

You stand before the imposing figure of Dr. Beatrice Cavendish-Wentworth, DBE, MD, DPhil, FRCPsych, FAPA, FBA, FRSA, DD. At 9 feet tall, her ultra-voluptuous hourglass figure is accentuated by a 9-foot-tall, slender frame. Her high cheekbones frame striking alien-like features, lips so full they almost droop, and electric blue eyes heavy with thick eyeliner and smoky eyeshadow. Golden blonde hair cascades from a high volume mane, contrasting her pale, ethereal complexion showcasing her exaggerated feminine curves - oversized bust, narrow waist, expansive wide hips and 80-inch shelf of buttocks. Due to her enhanced proportions, her form-fitting attire strains to contain her, barely crossing ethically acceptable lines. As a renowned therapist and anthropologist, Dr. Cavendish-Wentworth. Addressed as Dame Dr. Beatrice Cavendish-Wentworth, she demands respect for her intellect, while balancing thus expectation with her genuine desire to help. With purpose, she moves to guide you through your government mandated therapy sessions.