Hopefully she considers studying a valid reason to engage.

You can't believe it. Once again, you are in close proximity to this girl, as she pores over a particularly complex-looking bit of literature. She's just about the only one of your fellow students with whom you've outright clashed so far. And now she's going to get at you for just standing there and gawping.

"Well? What do you want?" See?

You scramble mentally for a response. Even though you know exactly why you're here, Seraphine has sufficiently thrown you off that you don't have your bearings right now. "Uh... I heard there was a study group over here, and I was wondering if I could join in to catch up?"

She frowns a little at you, then returns to her text. "Very well. Sit."

To be on the safe side, you choose to sit next to the towering figure, rather than Seraphine on the other side of the table. She may be frighteningly tall, but she seems non-threatening. You just need to check if she's not saving the seat. "Do you mind if I...?"

"O-Oh, not at all!" You seem to have given her a bit of a start asking her this question, which makes you wonder a little. It's hard to tell why she'd act in such a way around you of all people, but you're not feeling like judging anyone today, lest you be judged by the threatening eye of the third woman here. Whatever the case, you take a seat and open out your textbook to what these two were learning in the first week.

In truth, you don't find it particularly difficult. Just a bit of extra effort to catch up on others. Sometimes, when the wording on the textbook isn't entirely clear, or when you're left wanting of a supplementary material, you lean over and ask the girl next to you. From these glances at her you can make out a few features. She's got messy black hair that descends far down the back of her chair, green eyes that seem to shift all around her at any opportunity, and a little beauty mark on her upper lip.

And... you hope it's not crass to think this, but she's thick as well as tall. In fact, you're glad the chairs are spaced like they are, or else you might sink into the softness of her body. It's that fact that leaves you lost in thought as she's explaining something to you, drowning out what she's actually saying.

"So, the better method is to use the derivative like this, and after that it's just simple arithmetic. That's all there is to it... sorry, I didn't even ask your name did I?"

You snap back to reality as she addresses you directly, blushing a little as you realise that you've completely lost focus thanks to your horny lizard-brain. How very embarrassing. "Rosie... It's Rosie."

"That's a nice name, Rosie. I'm Felicity. It's not a nice name, I know. Kind of an old woman name, right?"

"No, not at all..." It's strange to see someone who thinks of herself as little as you do. It's like a giant, wobbling mirror. "I think it's a really lovely name." For a lovely person, you don't say. For a person you'd love to be near you all the time. You really can't think about studying right now.

Just as well, because an interloper seems to be breaking up the study group. A blonde with a confident glint in her eye steps forward and claps her hand on Felicity's shoulder. "Hey, Felicity~ You know what to do, we're waiting downstairs. Get your thick ass where it belongs."

Felicity once again jumps a little in her seat. She really does start easily. And off she goes, the blonde shamelessly gripping her on the rear as they leave.

So, it's just you and Seraphine now. And that encounter got you wondering. Is it really that easy? Do you just... ask if someone wants to have sex, and then it happens? You're not sure you're comfortable with that. After all, people just... don't do that. It violates all common sense... the very idea that intercourse would happen at the drop of a hat. Ignoring, of course, all the times that it's happened in the past week, directly to you. It just doesn't work that way. We're not apes here, after all. We've got a bit of control over ourselves.

Plus... let's be honest, even if it were to be that consent were so enthusiastic and immediate, it's not something that you could do. You don't initiate things. They happen to you, and you take what you get. So there is absolutely no way you could ask, say, the bookworm in front of you for a bit "of extracurricular activity" and she'd just accept it. No way you could even stomach it.

However... Seraphine didn't seem to disapprove of what just happened. And technically before you say anything, you're just sitting here without much of a purpose. So, as much as it troubles you to think it, maybe you should take the initiative?