Ayaddeen really wants to study-study.

As you turn to walk the staircase down, Ayaddeen calls you out. "Hey!" he grabs your shoulder and nudges you to the stairs up. "The library and study rooms are on the other side of the pool." he says almost questioningly.

You blink and understand right away. The guy doesn't think this is a date. He really wants to study. But you don't let this irritate you, instead just nod. "Heh. Race you there!" and you rush up the stairs to the pool, to his startled gasp. But then the race is on. He reaches the landing a few seconds before you, but both of you have to slow down as you reach the wet floor in front of the pool. He is in the water earlier than you, but with your swimming skills you overtake him on the way to the other side, and you are the first to get into your cabin.

And here you have to ponder which outfit you will chose. Harem pants? Yoga pants? You had them on the last two days, and while they were totally comfortable, you want to try other stuff. You shortly consider your two pairs of pink latex pants: one ankle-length with grippy studs and one knee-length smooth one with a stylish heart-buckle belt. But ultimately, you go with the pink jeans.

... Shit.

The pink jeans is so tight that you have troubles putting them on. Did your legs become too powerful to fit, or was that the original size? You test going commando, and look and behold. They fit exactly, and look amazing on you.

That leaves the top. You ease yourself into one of your bras, then grab the sweater. The one that would cover your whole torso. You are growing tired of constantly showing off your navel. Casey be damned, she is not here to stop you from wearing it. You turn the sweater around to check it's clean after it lay on the ground.

Then you rummage in your bag to get your little swiss knife, flick out the largest blade and casually stab the fabric, to remove the offending lower half of the sweater, shaping it into a stylish diagonal.

You don the sweater and check yourself in the mirror when you finally realize what have done: The roughly cut sweater hangs low on the one side, almost touching your jeans. The diagonal cut runs past your exposed belly button and ends pretty high on the other side. If you stretch your arms above your head, the sweater reveals one of your bra cups. Why have you done it? Just because Casey has decreed that your midriff must be exposed? This. Is seriously. Fucked up.

You just routinely ruined the last non-skimpy garment you own. The mirror shows you a casually dressed goddess of sex. Oh well. You stifle your outcry and forge ahead, taking your backpack and getting to the study area of the library where Ayaddeen has of course long since set himself up, with notes, the course book and the two works that green-haired Irish-prof has recommended for additional reading material.

Also, Ayadeen has not changed at all, he is sitting there in his teal-colored swim outfit. He raises an eyebrow when you finally make it to his spot and plop yourself in the chair next to him. "Oh. So that was not... really a race." he says accusingly and stands up. "I'll be right back. Going to change quick."