Lunchtime

No sooner do you sit down at a table with your three roommates, than Hazel presses a leaflet onto you.

"It's a schedule of clubs and activities," she explains excitedly. "There's so many things to do!"

Taking a bite of your burger, you scan the timetable. Alongside the many clubs are listings of regular parties, nightclubs, and timings of when facilities such as the pool and gym are open. There's a couple of clubs most lunchtimes and evenings - most of them look relatively ordinary, such as board games and cycling, but it's no surprise to see erotica club and other scintillating offers amongst them. On the other hand, knowing what the staff and students at this university are like, you doubt any of them are 'ordinary'.

"Anything catch your eye?" smiles Naomi.

"Naomi and I were planning on going to the social this lunchtime," explains Hazel. You feel her soft toes playfully rubbing against your leg under the table. "I think it's gonna be a great way to get to know a few more people, don't you?"

"I'm... not decided yet," you admit. You've barely started your lunch, never mind thought ahead to the next hour or so. "...Emma, what are you doing?"

The redhead stretches her arms above her head, her back arching in profile. "I'm going swimming. Admittedly, you don't have to be a swimmer to be a swimsuit model, but I really enjoy it."

You nod your head - it's certainly tempting. But when you check the timetable, you see that you have still more options to choose from - the gym is open, and erotica club is also on.