Vivian smirks. "Ah, thinking of baseball. Sense, sense."
As the last of the students trickle onto the bleachers, Mr. Dresden makes his appearance. He walks in, takes position in front of the transfers, and clears his throat.
"Welcome, students, to the annual Woodrow Wilson High School Bacchanal. I'm sure you all know the rules by now, but I do have to go over them anyway. No unnegotiated activities beyond penetration or straightforward oral and manual stimulation, except in the case of the recent transfers - they're public property. Even for the transfers, no unnegotiated violence more severe than a simple pinch or open-palm slap. All participants are available on a first-come-first-served basis, but bear in mind that the transfer students have been given performance enhancers and will, in fact, be able and willing to fuck all night - so don't trample each other if one catches your fancies. If you're here then you got your STI test last week, and any student present and in possession of a uterus has been on birth control since at least their last period, so you don't need further protection unless you're into that. With all that said..."
He opens his arms and takes a bow. Then he steps to one side.
"Have fun, kids."