Ask why she's at the USE at all.

The main course arrives, and the two of you tuck in to your meals. You selected a fancy Italian restaurant for this date, and it looks like it's paying off, as Gabrielle takes a first bite and gives her food an approving nod. It's incredible how she can make even a mundane thing like eating pasta look like an elegant art form. You can't keep your eyes off her.

"So," you say, swallowing, "why are you here, Gabrielle? At the university, I mean."

"What do you mean by that?" returns your date quickly.{if Charm>40%} You sense some hostility in her body language, like she's preparing to be offended.{endif}

"I mean, you don't fit in here. And not because of your family," you hurriedly add. "Most girls I've met here are, well, nymphomaniacs, to some extent. They're happy to just lick and kiss and fuck until they leave USE. And you're better than any of them at our classes. But you're... not like the rest of them. {if Gabrielle's date>5}You're, well, smart. You don't fit in here - and I mean that in a good way. {endif}People seem to think you're basically a pornstar already, but I reckon you're much more than that." You give her a wry, sympathetic smile. "Am I right?"

Gabrielle twirls some tagliatelle around her fork, gazing at you thoughtfully. You look back, into those sky blue irises, and know your hunch was right.

"Maybe," she admits, her lips curling to finally mirror your smile. "The truth is... I'm here because my mother insisted on it. Do you know who she is?"

"By reputation," you say, averting your eyes awkwardly.

"I'm not surprised. Everyone does," the blonde says, an edge of bitterness to her voice. "Well, she's keen for me to follow in her footsteps. So the Skye dynasty can continue. She insisted I go to USE, or she would cut me off completely."

"Couldn't you stay with your dad?"

A shadow passes over Gabrielle's face at your question. "...No. Besides, my mother is... many things, but I still care about my relationship with her. So I came here."

"But you don't want to just be a copy of your mum," you guess.

Gabrielle nods. "I'm... not like her. Not really. I've learnt to be sexy, to be elegant, to be desirable, but that's... that's not who I am, deep down."

You lean over, and gently rest your hand on her forearm. "I get it. Parents can be... parents." Gabrielle manages to crack a small smile. {if Gabrielle's date>5}"But, if it means anything to you, I think I can see a little of the real Gabrielle. And I really, really like her."

Gabrielle laughs gently. "Well aren't you a charmer, Mr Samson."

"I try," you grin.{endif}

You move on to lighter subjects, finding out that she has three horses, but loves her cat more than any of them. You tell her about your home life, your love of the outdoors, and it feels like {if Gabrielle's date>5}you've known each other for years. After a wonderful meal, you finally both empty your dessert plates, and head back into the night arm in arm.{else}you've managed to salvage the date somewhat, and shown Gabrielle that you're not just interested in her looks. You finish your meals, and head back out into the night.{endif}