As much as Amy would have loved to pretend that her decisions here would not affect her future, and interactions outside of this classroom, they would. But her argument was sound, wasn't it? Any educated woman would be inclined to agree with Amy, and there was no harm in practicing what she preached. Still, she wasn't quite ready to unleash what she would truly like to do to these insects, in a more private setting. But she would put on a show, that's for sure. For an intimidation effect, Amy simply stared at the tiny subjects for about ten seconds, watching them squirm, worry, and build up in fear. No harm could come from softening them up. #79 in particular looked ready to leap off of the desk to his death, so she knew she had to act quickly before she lost her audience and her actors.
Sticking her tongue between her teeth, a habit she picked up whenever she was greatly focused, Amy reached out to the tiny man. His whimpers could be heard only by her and Dr. Prynn, who was covertly smiling, though still watching intently. Amy knew she must take personal enjoyment out of this, and might even be a microphile. But she would strip that all away, display dominance over the pathetic creature, and then call it a day.
"You do realize how vulnerable you are, correct?" Amy inquires of #79, who had his small eyes trained on her face.
He quivers. Amy pursed her lips, holding the man's leg daintily between her thumb and forefinger and lifting him up in front of her face. The class observes as
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