K’yanna began to sob as she listened to her academic advisor.

“Miss Haynes, I cannot write you a law school letter of recommendation. You were admitted here at Hawthorn as a favor to your father, despite an ACT of 20 and SATs below 1000. You’re in the bottom 10% of your class and now your LSATs are an embarrassment. You are simply unqualified.”

K’Yanna fell to her knees. She batted her paste-on eyelashes and licked her lips. As she danced her fingers up his thigh and touched his fly, she cooed, “I bet I can make you change your mind.”