Wendy S. Godwin-Frags Mibeit Gazab has two problems.
The first is that her school is harvesting students' souls as collateral for unpaid tuition fees, which is technically legal, aggressively documented, and somehow tax-exempt.
The second is her book.
Shells of Desire, Volume 8 is a Qliphothic narrative familiar that automatically translates any unbearable situation into survivable genre fiction. Specifically: erotic melodrama. Wendy did not ask for this. She has filed seventeen formal complaints. The book has not acknowledged a single one.
So when the school's reality-enforcement system flags Wendy as an unclassifiable administrative anomaly - something that has never happened in the institution's four-hundred-year history of processing, commodifying, and occasionally accidentally destroying its students - the book responds the only way it knows how.
It makes it romantic.
Wendy refuses.
The book tries harder.