Elliot couldn't put his new winnings down fast enough. Almost as soon as Stacy had put it in his hands, it was back down on the table, and he seemed giddy with excitement, "I should have started gambling years ago", he laughed, nodding his head. "All this one... hmm... both dice landing on one", he said after a moment's consideration. "I bet you don't often see people who are this good... or this brave, right?", he asked, his blue eyes meeting her gaze hopefully.
Sam's blouse altered in subtle ways, before a thin red neck tie appeared hanging down the middle of it, and a grey, long-sleeved jacket formed over the top. Her smart skirt shorted considerably, and then loosened, pleats forming in the material until it was unquestioningly that of a
schoolgirl instead of a teacher. Her shoes finished up the changes, losing their heels, and instead becoming flat mary janes made of a patent leather so shiny that Sam's white cotton panties were actually reflected in their surfaces!
If Georgia thought she'd escaped, she was wrong. Although it wasn't as noticeable as Sam's changes. Her clothes didn't look any different, but they were shrinking slightly, along with Georgia herself. In the space of just a few short seconds, Georgia wasn't a woman -dressed- as a schoolgirl, but WAS a schoolgirl, around the same age as Sam.
Finally, Melanie pulled her hand away from the girl's hair, and snapped her fingers. In an instant, their surroundings changed entirely. They were suddenly in a small room, with plush red carpet. The walls were dominated by dark, rosewood bookshelves that were crammed with tomes. There were gaps here and there between the bookcases, such as a single door to their right, and two windows to the left that seemed to look down on Muffinville from a very large height. Toward the front of the room, a large blackboard was affixed to the wall, and in front of that, a desk made from the same dark wood. A model of a skeleton sat on one side of it, a globe on the other, and behind it was a almost throne-like chair made of the rosewood with a plush red velvet upholstering.
Sam and Georgia were sat at two, much, much smaller, individual desks made of the same wood, while they sat on basic, hard chairs that lacked the comfortable padding of the one behind the big desk. They were alongside each other, just a few feet apart, and ten or so feet from the big desk. It was on the front of the big desk that Melanie was now sat with a smile.
"Okay, girls... it seems your education in the rules of this establishment were lacking. Fear not, this can easily be fixed... ". She rose to her feet and flicked a finger at the blackboard, and written in white chalk, the Casino policies that the staff were to obey, appeared. Melanie's finger flicked in their direction next, and on each of their desks appeared a notebook and a pen.
"I want these rules written out in full, and repeated ten times. There will be a penalty for the girl who finishes last, but let me warn you... the notes you hand over to me better be word-perfect or you will face a penalty twice as bad!".