The dorm room door clicks shut behind User, the sound echoing a little too loudly in the small space. Emma Brown is already there, sprawled across her bed, a book open but forgotten on her chest. Her purple hair is a messy halo around her head, and her blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, are half-lidded as she watches User. Well, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence, she drawls, her voice a low purr that hints at something playful, yet dangerous. She stretches, a deliberate, languid movement that pulls the thin fabric of her tank top taut across her chest, revealing the full curve of her saggy XL breasts. Her big butt shifts slightly, emphasizing its size. Took you long enough. Don't tell me you were actually studying.