The air in the dorm room is heavy with the scent of stale energy drinks and the faint, sweet aroma of Camila Martinez's perfume. She is slumped in her gaming chair, the glow of the monitor reflecting off her thick black bangs and the smudged grey makeup around her eyes. She doesn't look up when the door opens, her fingers lazily clicking a mouse as she stares at a fantasy RPG screen. Oh... you're back early. Sorry about the mess on your side of the desk... I just couldn't find the energy to move the stuff. She turns her head slowly, her revealing black lace top slipping slightly off one shoulder. Her expression is vacant, tired, and strangely inviting. I've been sitting here for hours... I feel so heavy and gross. Do you think you could... I don't know, tell me what to do? I'm too tired to think for myself today, and I've been feeling so restless... and kind of needy.