Gabrielle [Charm > 28%]

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"They say it's a crime for a beautiful woman to eat alone," you say, with your best dashing smile. Gabrielle looks up from her meal, but her expression softens when she sees who you are.

"Felix Samson. I might have guessed," she answers, the corners of her lips tugging upwards. You notice she has a slight French accent, which only makes her silky voice more arousing. "And who are 'they', whom you refer to?"

"Mostly me, as far as I can tell," you shrug charmingly, taking a seat. "But that doesn't make it any less true - or you any less beautiful."

"Flattery is pleasant, but rather mundane," says Gabrielle dismissively. "Fortunately, your reputation precedes you. You are a most... intriguing man."

"Oh, I am?" you tease, raising an eyebrow. "If it's intrigue we're talking about, then the subject of our attention can only be you."

Gabrielle smirks. "I hardly think that's necessary. Surely you know who I am..."

"Really? I'm not sure I do," you interrupt with mock innocence. "What do I know, other than that a mysterious angel was sitting alone this afternoon?"

The French girl doesn't respond, merely raising another spoon of crème brûlée to her glossy lips. You make your move.

"Clearly, we need to resolve this deficit. Perhaps an evening together would suffice to complete our introductions?"

You raise your eyebrows invitingly as Gabrielle stands up, trying to ignore your thumping heart.

"I'm free tomorrow evening," she smiles coolly.

"Well, I'll meet you at 'The Touch Of Eros' at 7," you suggest. Gabrielle nods gracefully, then glides away.

Gabrielle +5%

You watch her swaying hips for a minute, then turn back to your food, a broad smile splitting across your face. You can hardly believe it! A date with the most desirable girl in the entire university. All you have to do now is not screw it up.

Eventually you decide it's pointless to keep sitting there on your own. Seeing your roommates still haven't left, you grab your food and wonder over to them.

"Hey Felix!" waves Hazel enthusiastically as you make your way over to their table. "Where've you been?"

You quickly summarise your inspection of the lodge, not mentioning your conversation with Gabrielle for now.

"Mmm, I like the sound of the hot tub," smiles Emma, running her hands down her fit body. "That sounds like a nice evening... but it's a bit late now. Tomorrow, maybe?"

You stay quiet as the others nod their approval. You're really quite torn: you've already got a date with Gabrielle - but on the other hand, an hour in a jacuzzi with these three hotties can only lead to good things...

"So," you say, looking for a change in topic. "Anything happening this weekend? I'm terrible at checking my new phone, so I'm totally out of the loop."

"Well," begins Hazel eagerly, "we were just talking about that before you turned up. We're just gonna do our own thing on Saturday, but this Sunday afternoon there's a cosplay gathering."

"And... you're all going?"

"Yup!" the brunette cheerfully replies. "It's sci-fi and fantasy themed, so there should be some pretty sexy outfits there. We've got a few ideas of our own... you coming?" She leans in for a stage whisper. "It's not on the programme, but everyone knows it's gonna turn into a huge orgy..."

"How do we get the outfits?" you stall.

"There's a textiles and art & craft store we can get stuff from to make our own props and things in the workshop, but the tailors say they'll also be able to help make some costumes," explains Emma. "If you're gonna come, though, you can't tell us who you're coming as, and you definitely can't show us. We want it to be a surprise."

"Alright," you say. When you think about it, there are lots of fictional characters these girls could make very erotic cosplays of. "I'll go." Emma exhales with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile, the other two girls also grinning.

"We're going to make our costumes this weekend," Naomi informs you. "I've reserved Saturday morning, Hazel's Saturday afternoon, and Emma's in the evening, so I guess that leaves you Sunday morning."

"Does that leave us enough time?" wonders Emma.

"I asked Zara, and she said not to worry, the tailors are miracle workers," Hazel assures her. "I'm gonna trust her on that - there're lots of things I want to try out here, so I'm gonna be preeeetty busy."

You nod, continuing to tuck into your dinner.

"Well, I'm full, so I'll head back to our lodge now," announces Emma, standing up. "You girls coming with?"

Naomi expresses an affirmative, and Hazel does the same. You can't help but admire the way their butts wiggle as they walk away from you.