Subtly tell her how she's exposed

Something gentlemanly in you speaks up; or, exactly opposite, a desire to talk to the lingerie-wearing girl with the fat ass. You can't just let her sit there on the off chance that she doesn't know that people are staring. You have about three minutes until class starts. That's enough time to sneak over and help her out.

"What are you doing?" Emma asks as you get up.

"I just need to be sure she's not...you know, accidentally embarrassing herself," you say. "I'll be right back."

Emma watches you go, and you swear you see something resembling shame in her eyes. Does she regret making fun of this girl in light of you helping her?

Regardless, you walk over to the girl and sit down next to her. How are you going to do this? Maybe start a conversation? Don't just lead with 'so I saw your thong...'

"Hey," you say, smiling. "My name's Ryan."

She turns and looks at you, and you get your first look of her front. Her breasts match her ass, and the way that they defy gravity and sit on her frame makes you wonder, for a second, if they're natural. Her makeup is just as perfect as Emma's, but with a totally different focus. Rather than being edgy and dark it is girly and glittery. Most noteworthy are her large, soft pink lips. You imagine kissing them...or other things.

"Oh, hi," she says, with an unmistakable valley girl accent. "I'm Madison."

"Cool...so, are you new to campus too?" You ask. Ease into it.

"Oh, like, yeah. I'm so happy we're back on campus!" She giggles. "I mean, like, I barely passed all my classes last year, it was so hard over distance learning, and I like, would have totally failed. But when I talked to my professors about that, they all passed me."

Wait, she only passed her classes last year because of lockdown?

"Well I'm glad you're here," you say.

"Oh, I'll totally be more successful," she says. "I like...learn differently, you know. I need to see my professors in person. And I mean, like, I learn better from the hot ones."

What? Did she just say that out loud?

No, cut to the chase. You must be running out of time. "So...uh, Madison. I noticed, your pants..." you gesture vaguely at her backside.

She studies your face, and blinks once. Then twice.

"You know, maybe you should look back there, and see what you're showing..."

"Showing what?" She asks, not looking back at all.

Oh. This girl isn't going to get it. You lean in and whisper. "Your underwear is showing, and a lot of guys were staring."

She glances back. "Oh, shit! Oh my god how embarrassing!" She pulls her pants up. "Oh my god! Well...at least it was something cute. Thank you!"

Is this a real person? Are there really people who act like this? Her smile back at you is genuine, blissful...and, god save your soul, sexy. For better or worse, a girl doesn't have to be smart to be hot.

As you are contemplating this, however, a feminine voice speaks up.

"Alright class, let's get started. Everyone take a seat."

With how things have been going, you look up ready to see the hottest professor on this side of California...and are immediately disappointed. You are looking at an older overweight woman with eyes that have seen many students before and after you.

"My name is Professor Lemburg, and we're starting with a basic writeup," she says. "As a college-level professor, I have the right to build my class around whatever theme I want. I want you to think very, very hard about this topic, because we will be reading many books that have to do with it. Pull out your composition books and pencils."

You do so, wondering what she's building up to.

"Alright," she says. "Here is the question: What place does love have in a modern Capitalistic society? In which we are focused on jobs, careers, and getting ahead? To put it another way: in our modern world, how important is love?"