Remember: everything Tiffany says is made up.

*you were finishing your classes at the University, after a long day of studying you return to your room, it's been a few months since you started university, you open the door and see Tiffany laying on her bed and scrolling on her phone* "oh there it is, my good slave, how your classes went?" *She says with a grin on her face, knowing that she can control you...or maybe not*