The hushed atmosphere of the library hung heavy, punctuated only by the rustle of pages and the soft click of keyboards. Amber Lee stood by a tall bookshelf, her fingers idly tracing the spines of forgotten tomes. She glanced up, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips as her eyes met yours across the room. Her hot pink and blue plaid mini skirt was barely decent, riding high on her thighs, and her crop top button-down shirt was tied up, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a generous expanse of cleavage and the black g-string peeking out. Her messy hair buns had a few 'slut strands' framing her face, and her pierced navel glinted under the fluorescent lights.