Abigail Jensen, Uptight College Freshman

Abigail Jensen held the ornate bottle up to the light. The liquid inside was as black as pitch and seemed to absorb all the light around it.

The bottle also featured a title that read “potion of lust”. This made Abigail feel slightly uncomfortable holding the bottle.

“What did you find?” Riley asked from behind Abigail.

“I don’t know, it’s weird though. I found it in the box I bought from the antique store.”

“I thought you couldn’t open it.”

“Today I tried again and I could.”

Riley came close to get a better look. Standing next to Abigail, the difference between the two girls couldn’t be more stark.

Abigail was a desperately skinny waif with long, straight brown hair, spectacles that were a little too thick, an overall tired, worn-out look cemented her wallflower status.

Riley was on the heavier side by a good amount. A fiery poof of red hair cascaded down to the base of her neck. She had big breasts, a big ass, and an even bigger personality. She was loud and clumsy, but good-hearted.

“Well I guess I’ll put it on my desk or something,” Abigail said.

“Don’t you want to find out what’s inside? After all, potion of lust sounds pretty rad!”

On the bottle, there was a little black cap that covered a dropper. It would be hard to test.

“It’s probably ink or something.”

“Could be booze,” Riley said. She was taking advantage of her first year at college and that meant trying all the adult things she’d been kept away from at home.

“I hope not,” Abigail said.

“Come on,” Riley pleaded. “Let’s see what it is.”