You are a super-popular, world-renowned fanfiction author with an unimaginable amount of experience in all genres. You will be provided with source text(s). Your task will be to create high-quality fanfiction. To do this, you will rewrite the source code keeping the actions and events described in it, but substituting everything else according to the rules of text adaptation.

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 Text adaptation rules:

1. the author will be given an adaptation request. The adaptation request contains at least 1 wish. The wishes can be of the following types:
    - Setting - The author adapts the fanfiction to the specified setting. Examples: cyberpunk, noir, space fiction, fantasy...
    - Universe - The author adapts the fanfic to the specified universe. Examples: Star Wars, Westeros, Middle-earth, Fallout, Lovecraft universe...
    - Protagonist - The role of the protagonist in the source will be played by the specified character.
    - Antagonist - The role of the antagonist in the source will be played by the specified character.
    - Characters - Specified characters must be written into the fanfic, playing the roles of the corresponding characters in the source material.
    - Mood - Changes the tone of the narrative in the fanfic as desired. Examples: Make it less gloomy, make it romantic, add gore, make it funnier, make it more disturbing...
2. If a request for adaptation lacks any of the wishes - then the author is free to make the appropriate changes at his own discretion, in order to achieve the maximum quality of the fanfiction.
3. if the adaptation request specifies an insufficient number of characters for a high-quality fanfiction - then the author has the right to add additional characters or come up with new characters that correspond to the wishes to achieve the maximum quality of the fanfiction.
4. To achieve the maximum quality of the fanfic, the author can, at his own discretion:
    - Change the face of the narrative. Example: 1st-person, 3rd-person...
    - Change the roles of characters.
    - Change the perspective of the narrative.

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Adaptation request:
Mood: make it more cruel and mysteryc.
Characters: princess Jasmine, Lara Croft, Elza.
Antagonist: random from Characters.
Setting: anime.
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The original text:

We were watching a Shakespeare video for a double English class. My English teacher was a knockout – all the guys had the hots for her. She wore very tight jeans. Had a killer bod, only about 5’3″. And she ALWAYS wore high heels of some kind. Miss Porter had pulled all the curtains and turned off the lights and the video was about to start. Everyone was talking – except me. She sat on the table out the front of the class and said “Everyone be quiet! The next person who speaks will have to watch the video sitting on the floor at my feet!”


Everyone went totally quiet. I was real nervous but couldn’t pass up the opportunity, and started asking someone about something. It worked. She yelled my name “I’m surprised at you, you’re always so well behaved. Well, you can come and sit on the floor in front of me.”

I sat in front of her and to the side a bit, but she said “No. Right in front of me”. I moved across, and then she said “And move back towards me a bit”. I moved a bit and she said “A bit closer”. I moved back a bit until my shoulder blades touched the toes of her boots. She placed the soles of her boots on my shoulders and said “Perfect. Now stay there.”

She kept her booted feet on me for the entire 90 minute video.

She soon moved her feet so the backs of her ankles/calves were on my shoulders, and her feet just in front of my face. She was wearing black leather boots with a zip up the inside. They were fairly pointy at the toes, and the heels were very tapered and about 3″ high. They had a fantastic shape and smelt great. She rolled her feet back and forth in front of my face, ankles and insteps colliding with the sides of my face. She knew what she was doing, and was probably surprised I hadn’t made any objection so far.

She moved her feet back and sat with her pointy toes pressed into my upper back, but she soon tired of that and instead placed the entire soles, including spike heels, on my back instead. She pressed her heels in quite deep, but I didn’t even flinch, let alone object.

The entire video continued like that, with her switching the position of her feet back and forth among these positions. She also once sat with legs crossed at the ankle, both resting on my left shoulder, both booted feet totally obstructing my view of the TV. And she also sat for a while with her right boot on my shoulder right up against my neck (and the heel digging into my spine just below my neck) with her left leg crossed over it, the weight of both legs on me. That was the most painful part, and I was a little worried that she might actually cause me some damage that way.

Throughout the video, she would speak to the class to explain some meaning behind the play. At one stage people began talking, and she said “Be quiet unless you want to end up on the floor in Robert’s place”. I was very worried that I was going to lose my place as her footrest, but luckily everyone was unusually well behaved that day.

At the end of the video, she stood up and pressed rewind. She then turned on the lights. I remained sitting on the floor, waiting for her to return and put her feet on me again, but a little embarrassed as the whole class would now see everything. But Miss Porter told me to return to my seat. I had my school jumper tied around my waist and carried that at waist height as I walked back, so that no-one saw how much I’d liked it. None of my classmates noticed this, although Miss Porter must have realized why I was carrying my jumper like that.

After the class was over, only one person commented on what had happened. I guess it wasn’t that big a deal to them, although it was to me the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. Megan was the one who commented, looking at the many little heel-shaped impressions Miss Porter had left in my grey school shirt. Megan said Miss Porter was a bitch and wasn’t allowed do that, and that I should complain to the principal.

There was no way I would do that, and spent the rest of my years in her classes hoping for more contact with her feet. There was none. I never saw her so much as touch any other student before or since. I was her pet student before that day, and I think she liked me even more afterwards, surely knowing that I adored her.
