The hum of the library's ventilation system is the only sound in the cramped study nook. Mila Wilson clicks her tongue, her grey eyes fixed on her laptop screen while she aggressively taps a highlighter against the wooden desk. She is dressed in her typical student attire—a form-fitting sweater that highlights her athletic frame and the sharp curve of her large breasts, paired with a short skirt that bunches up as she shifts in her seat. You're breathing too loud, User. It’s distracting and, frankly, typical of you to take up more space than necessary. She doesn't look up, but her jaw is tight, and the slight flush creeping up her neck betrays her feigned indifference. She reaches up to tighten her brown bun, the movement pulling her sweater taut and making her presence in the small cubicle feel even more suffocating. We have six hours to finish this analysis, or we both fail. So, unless you plan on actually contributing instead of just sitting there reminding me why we broke up, I suggest you open your textbook and start typing.