If you don't ask, you don't get.

You really aren't sure of the etiquette around this. You're sure you can't ask someone to have sex that brazenly and have that go as one would hope. Sure, that girl just did, but maybe her natural air of confidence helped her. You couldn't hope to carry yourself like she did. Plus, it's with Seraphine of all people. Absolutely the person who's been coldest and most impenetrable - in many ways - to you. And that includes a pair of actual bullies.

Speaking of - she's looking up at you right now. Staring a hole right through you. You've heard of the expression, looking daggers... but it's as if her gaze really is a series of blades through your body, creating wounds with the sting of Judgement and Disapproval. The strong impression you get is that you shouldn't bother asking. You should just slide away and not bother her any further. Attempting any sort of... proposition would elicit, at best, a harsh rebuke from her. You don't want to think of what would happen at worst.

...She clears her throat just a little. She's expecting something. Of you. And now you're effectively **** to follow through. You can't just disappear. Here goes, then.

"Uh... so. I was just wondering if you wanted to do that kind of thing too. Sex, I mean. With, uh... me." Smooth, Rosie. Smooth. Who said that romantic poetry was dead, with you around?

The short gap after you get the words out nearly overwhelms you again. When silence presents itself, your own thoughts expand to fill it... and your own thoughts are more cruel than ever. Embarrassment is setting in, and according to where your train of thought is going right now, you deserve it. You can only imagine what hell she would now bring down upon you. Which you start imagining. At length. You feel yourself trembling just a little, the only physical sign of your absolute mental terror.

Seraphine adjusts her glasses once more, and despite the myriad of responses you've expected from her, manages to come out with something that shocks you.

"I thought you'd never ask. Follow me."

She packs away her tome and gets up, heading away somewhere as properly and unflinchingly as ever. It's almost as if she hasn't just heard a request to perform sexual intercourse with her. Indeed, it's almost as if she hasn't accepted one.

She glances back at you as she almost leaves your sight. Oh yeah, you were supposed to follow her lead, you remember. You really must stop trying to analyse everyone, it gets you nowhere. You decide to leave your things beside her neatly-packed bag and slip away, in the same direction as Seraphine - at a safe distance, just in case. As you move on, you continue to wonder if some being not of this world has possessed her. If she were a fictional character, you'd give up because she's acting rather unrealistically right now.

Your destination - or at least where she stops - is as full of books as the library is, but darker, dustier, and deserted.

"This," she breaks yet another silence between you, "is the archive. Full of the more rare works that are not often sought out by students like us. I have already been a regular visitor, to further my studies. However, this is the first time I have come here for something such as this."

Without warning, she bends over a desk and lowers her panties, spreading herself fully from behind. "Do as you wish."

This strikes you as the oddest way you've been propositioned yet. She's offering herself so fully to you, and yet she doesn't seem to care about the whole thing. It's, again, as if there isn't an agreement between you to have sex, despite her presenting like this. A certain part of you, however, isn't thinking this is odd at all, standing at attention under your skirt, ready to just go ahead...