She's tired.

"I'm tired already," Kate laughs sheepishly, "Want to call it for now?"

"Sure, that's fine with me," you respond.

"We might as well clean up at the gym since we're here," Kate suggests, "They have really nice showers, its a shame its so far away."

"Indeed," you say. This time, instead of just giving her subconscious a boost, you send a wave of pleasure through her body, an invisible aphrodisiac. This time, you see Kate's feet shuffle, and her eyes flutter, ever so briefly.

The two of you enter the gym and scan your student IDs at the counter, a middle-aged lady at the desk the only person in sight.

"I'm sorry but if you want to use the men's locker room, they are still being cleaned right now," the lady tells you, "there's a restroom, but the showers are closed."

"I'll figure something out," you say.