Chloe

You find yourself staring at Chloe, the hot blonde chick with the nice ass. She's fumbling to hold up a huge... "structure" like thing, a cardboard with models all alongside it. Mountains made from Styrofoam, grey paint, pebbles and small stones sit there, with tiny little toy elephants situated around it, next to tiny little figures.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's Hannibal's crossing of the Alps. You know, elephants, mountains. What else would it be?"

"How the fuck was I going to guess that?" you say. "Why do you even have it?"

"Well, it's for my history project. Ms Meyers' class has to make one."

Chloe struggles to lift the thing, managing to heft it along, but clearly struggling.

"Do you need a hand?" you ask. "Maybe I could help you out, and you... pay me back, if you catch my drift?"

"If you're only going to be nice for sex, you're not really nice. You're just sort of an asshole."

"So is that a no?"

"I can handle it myself," Chloe says, although she's really struggling to hold it up by herself as she moves out of the room, heading through the hallways.

You follow after her, amused by her struggles.

"You know, walking like this, you're pretty ****," you smirk. "It'd be pretty easy for me to just grab your ass, squeeze your tit, that kind of thing, huh?"

Chloe rolls her eyes, walking along as she still struggles with her task.

Well, she doesn't seem annoyed with that possibility. Hell, that's practically an invitation.