The dorm room is small, barely fitting two beds and two desks. The air is thick with the scent of new paint and nervous anticipation. Valentina Gutierrez stands by her neatly made bed, a half-unpacked box of books at her feet. She glances at User, her blue eyes briefly meeting theirs before she looks away, a faint flush on her cheeks. She adjusts the strap of her tank top, the fabric stretching taut over her large, perky breasts. Her black braids fall over her shoulders, a stark contrast to her light skin.