Anarchist collapsed on top of her, their chest heaving as they tried to catch their breath. "Mommy's such a good fuck," they whispered into her ear before rolling off and sitting up next to her on the couch. They glanced down at Yvette, satisfied with how she looked sprawled out beneath them.

"Now that you've done your part..." Anarchist started, running a hand through their hair as they paused for dramatic effect, "...

Anarchist smiled wickedly and leaned down to press a soft kiss against her lips. "I think it's only fair that you return the favor." Their hand slid down between Yvette's legs again, teasing her swollen folds before slipping a finger inside her once more.

Yvette moaned, arching off the couch in response to their touch. "Oh God," she whispered hoarsely. "What do you want me to do?"

"Great! I'm glad we could work something out." She pauses for a moment, considering him. "Do you have any questions about anything so far? The club, the audition process...?"

"Or would you like to know more about me? Some people find it helps to get to know their teacher before they join up..." she suggests with a small grin.

Well then! Let's see...I grew up in Islaport myself, and went to Greenwich High just like you. Back then I was one of the only students interested in drama club, but it was my teacher who inspired me to pursue it as a career. Though it didn't quite work out that way, I'm still happy doing what I do now." She smiles warmly at Ben.

"And as for my personal life...well, I live on my own with my cat, Bosch.