Your college's Student Union

Somewhere with plenty of people, and maybe even people you recognize...the first thing that comes to mind is the college you graduated from just a few months ago. There's plenty of students there who you met and made friends with who are still attending, so if this really does end up being a prank, you can at least share the story with someone.

Mind clear with the image of your college's courtyard with the oval fountain and various benches along the paths leading to different buildings, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

Giving him another affirmative nod, he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

...

"I hate my professors this semester! Quizzes every day...what is this, high school?"

"The first week and we've already got a seven-page paper! I might just switch classes, honestly."

"You doing anything after your last class today? We should chill at the mall or something."

...?

Idle chatter of miscellaneous subjects clutters the atmosphere, dozens of voices clashing against one another as you slowly open your eyes.

In front of you rests a beautifully crafted oval fountain with a marble statue of a cherub in the center, spewing out a steady stream of water into a somewhat shallow pool. On the edges of the fountain rest tired college students, some just released from their classes for the days while others kill time before their own daily grind begins.

An autumn breeze shuffles your hair slightly as you take a deep breath and confirm that you are, in fact, alive. There's one worry off your shoulder.

"Hey! John!"

Your name being called out brings you to attention. Turning around, you notice a redheaded girl approaching you from the other end of the courtyard, binder and textbooks in hand: Vivian, a friendly sophomore. Her blue eyes hide behind a pair of black rectangular glasses, but her smile doesn't conceal itself—she's got a wide grin as she walks up to you.

So, you're back in something like the real world, with people you know. Maybe you're dreaming; or more likely the episode with Charles was a dream. In any case, you're back at your college that you graduated from just a few months ago. Was any of that business with Charles even real? Oh well, best not to think about it right now...

Vivian is friendly, relaxed, and down-to-earth, so much so that people were often surprised to find out that she was a driven engineering student at the top of her class. You've sometimes admired her figure—gently curvy with C-cup breasts—and you're sure that she's noticed once or twice, but she's never encouraged you, and by unspoken agreement, neither of you have taken things any further.

"Hi Vivian," you respond. "What's up?" You look up from where you're sitting and smile at her.

You can't put your finger on it, but Vivian seems slightly off. As she approaches you, you notice her grabbing her binders slightly too tightly; her arms are twitching a bit with nervous energy. And is she...dressed differently? The weird vision with Charles is still fresh in your memory, but you don't want to creep Vivian out, so you try to figure out what's going on without being too obvious.

Her top is normal enough, but not something she usually wears...

"I was just about to message you online," Vivian chirps energetically. "My roomie's throwing a party, and only told me about it now. I thought I'd invite my friends along too, just to even things out a little. Wanna come?" she asks in a rush.

Vivian's demeanour is not exactly strange, but it's not normal for her. She's speaking a bit too fast-paced, as though she were a bit uncomfortable...that's when you spot ruddy shadows beneath two points where her blouse sticks out.

It was subtle, but now you have definitely figured it out. Vivian isn't the sort to wear blouses in the first place. Today, however, she's wearing a blouse which would be transparent enough to clearly show what colour of bra she was wearing—if she were wearing a bra, that is. Instead, you can see her nipples, which are apparently hard. You realize that Vivian's face is slightly red.

Could this be part of what Charles was talking about? It's not what you'd call flagrant, but it's definitely not business casual, and it's way out of character for jeans-and-cotton Vivian.

Wait a minute...does this mean that dream or vision or what-have-you with Charles was legitimate? That wasn't some hoax or prank? If that's true, then...

"Um," Vivian stammers, breaking your line of deep thought. She has been turning a bit more red as you pondered her chest. Aside from the unusual way that Vivian is dressed, this could all be normal, but it could equally be Charles' promised setup...the question is how do you move forward and figure that out?

"Vivian, you seem a bit on edge," you comment, rising from your seat. "Why don't you put your books down for a moment?" You gesture for Vivian to put down her binder and textbooks, watching for her reaction.

Vivian's eyes flit back and forth, examining your face. "Um," she says blankly before slowly nodding. "Okay. " She slowly puts her books and binder down, as though putting down vital protection. She nervously crosses her arms, trying but failing to look casual.

"Is there something wrong?" you ask Vivian.

"Um...is it really obvious?" she asks with an anxious, nervous laugh.

"Well, you're obviously not your usual self today," you say, playing along. "Are you and your roommate fighting?"

"Er, uh...no," she says slowly, trying to find her words amidst her current disjointed emotional state. Her hands are fidgeting slightly. "I'm a bit annoyed at Samone for throwing a party and not inviting me, but it's alright, really. No, I mean...well, it's just that you were looking at my top," she says, finally getting to the heart of the matter.

"Yeah," you say. "You don't usually wear blouses Vivian. It looks good on you!" You compliment her.

Vivian smiles widely at you, her blush deepening further. "T-thanks!"

You think a bit forward. "I didn't even know you had any blouses. What is it, silk?"

"Yeah," she says. "It's really soft. But I probably shouldn't have worn it today," she admits with a slight gasp. What is she doing with those hands?

Vivian is acting really out of character today, and you're pretty sure that she's playing with her chest in front of you. You decide to test the boundaries. If Charles was for real, then Vivian ought to be fair game for you to do what you like with. But you want to relish this and test your limits at the same time. "It's really hot today, isn't it?" you begin. "You look really flushed. Why don't you undo a couple of buttons?"

Vivian's eyes go wide as you reach for the buttons around her neck. "Oh! Um, that really isn't necessary," she chirps, politely declining your gesture with her words but making no effort to physically stop you. She even lowers her arms and cranes her neck slightly, making it a bit easier for you to reach the buttons. All the while, she is looking at you with electric watchfulness. Even though she made it clear that you didn't need to do this, she's not resisting in the slightest, allowing you to do as you please.

You look intently back into her eyes, as you undo one button at her neck...then two buttons...then three.