Move-in Day

As the sun begins to set, I step off the Longhorn bus, my heavy suitcases weighing me down . It's been a long journey from home, but I'm finally here in the Throbbi Empire for Move-In Day. The air outside the bus carries a sense of new beginnings, mixed with the familiar smell of gasoline and exhaust fumes.

The border crossing takes longer than anticipated, thanks to an overzealous customs officer who seems determined to make me blush. But eventually, I manage to get through after she copped a couple of feels. Once clear, I hail a taxi and direct the driver toward the University of Falika .

As the campus comes into view, my heart skips a beat. The buildings tower above me, its architecture in testament to the rich history and culture of the Throbbi Empire. I navigate through the winding paths and stately gardens until I reach my residence hall.

A wave of relief washes over me as I make my way towards it. When I reach the front desk, a beautiful tall brunette wearing a green polo shirt greets me with a warm smile.

"Welcome to the Pump&Grind Hall!" she chirps. "I'm Amber Capricorn, one of the resident assistants here. How may I help you today?"

I tell her that I'm here for move-in day and that I've been assigned to Room 215. There's a momentary pause in the air as Amber's expression shifts slightly, almost like she's caught off guard by the mention of my room number. She quickly regains her composure and offers to show me where it is.

As we walk down the hall, Amber points out various common areas like she's trying to stall for time.

"This is our laundry room, And over here is our recreation lounge, complete with a pool table, television, and plenty of comfortable seating. Pump&Grind also has its own gym," she explains, "so you can work off all that stress from classes."

Finally, we reach Room 215, but I can't help but feel a little nervous as I set down my suitcase outside. With a reassuring smile hiding her fearful eyes, Amber slides her master key into the lock.

"Just remember," she says, her expression turning serious, "if you ever need anything: medical aid, legal representation, survivor support, don't hesitate to come find me. We're here for you, day or night." She then quickly sprints away.

I can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation about what lies ahead.

From this moment onward there are two versions of this storyline

The Original Flavored version with the 11 Herbs and Spices: This version contains depictions of armpit and general body hair, smegma, and some mild scent play.

or

The Mr. Clean Magic Eraser version: This version lacks the aforementioned content for the most part.