Yes, indeed

You show the visiting highschool senior a very, very good time.

You get her drunk, keep her high, and lie to her, a lot. That's the beauty about high school babes visiting university, you might never see them again, so you can say what you want and distort the truth to fuck them.

You grant Tiffany a good preview of her college future by getting her nice and shitface drunk, keeping her on a tight leash with a hand around her curvy waist and your hips grinding into her on the dance floor. You whisper false promises and meaningless adoration to her, working her up into a frenzy. You tell her how sexy she is, how much fun she is, how banging her tits are, how well she dances, you feed her line after bullshit line about how you “feel a connection” and how she’s “not like other girls”. Tiffany eats up your game: the wonderful thing about high school girls is they're naive enough to believe this garbage.

"You wanna be good for me, baby?" You say as the first wave of Molly hits her.

"Oh yeah, do you like this?" She presses her little hand against your bulge, openly stroking you through your jeans right in the middle of the party.

You play up how cool you are, the countries you’ve traveled and the dangerous situations you’ve escaped. You shave 12 years off your age when Tiffany asks you, and she still says, “Woah, you’re like old enough to be my dad!”

"You ever have a real mans cock baby? Any of those high school faggots ever make your eyes roll back? Well, you’re gonna get one tonight."

You also find out how stupid and gullible Tiffany is