Mugen had high hopes for his apprentice, or rather high expectations. Maybe either of those or both were the truth of this matter. Of course, Kaguya was excited by the prospect of both, and she couldn't help but want to make a good impression. "Hai hai, I'll do my best!~" she said. Well, they were likely friends for a reason weren't they?
After all was said and done the mood was set, and she was dressed to remove her clothes. Of course, that boy, Shiogane Miyuki was on his knees silently screaming according to Mugen's own words. Kaguya had not even spared the lad a look before she'd entered this room and her eyes would dash to the side as she saw him on the floor. The more she thought about it, the more she realized he likely had no idea what this actually was, and why she had been giving thought to reconsidering at least a little. Oh well, she had no such considerations left. "School uniforms are always a bit of a drag, but... guys apparently really enjoy this kind of look on girls. Maybe afterwards you can explain it to me~" she teased as if she knew he'd appreciate it, and maybe able to give a more tangible reason to a hidden desire.
Oh well, the beat dropped on a song likely recognizable, started with a thumping baseline. It's words about loosening buttons seemed to lead the girl into rhythmically walking towards the now seated demon with her full attention on him. She was slowly pulling at her tie opening up her collar at the same time. She'd be leaning into the chair while popping buttons down that overly formal shirt one, then two, then three. Soon after she'd turn, right before that bra of hers would have appeared. And move back to her own wooden chair. She'd sit in it, legs spread and begin loosing more buttons. All the while, her movements seemed to play to the beat. And the chair and the man himself were props for part of the tease. That lace bra would be shown from this distance before she'd lift herself. She'd spin the chair and leave it backwards before making her way back over to her mentor. "Does the tease part of this make sense?" she asked as a leg in a thigh high was placed against his right side, the pleats of her skirt keeping her underwear from sight just the same. She had a dishelved appearance, what the masses would have referred to as 'wardrobe malfunctions.'