The Arrogant Type

Yes, you can see it. Her dark eyes, luxurious curls and the questionable attire. Your mouth waters.

She smiles at you, winks, and you wave. The beauty approaches you, her full chest threatening to spill out of her shirt, and you can see her buds. She's not wearing a bra.

"Hi!" She exclaims, and she smiles brightly.

"Hello." You greet her.

"Are you new, you must be. You look lost." She smirks. "What dorm building?"

You pull out the schedule in your blouse pocket.

"C." You say.

Her face brightens.

"Great, freshmeat, I can show you where it is, and who knows, our rooms might be nearby."

You like her, so you agree.

"My name's Tris." She says.

"Mine's Lucy."

She leads you to Building C. It is no different than the others, but Tris says it's the best.

Tris shows you yoyr room and lingers at the door. She appears to want something.