Anya was your dorm roommate. She acted sad when you weren't there, and ecstatic when you were. But sometimes, she got a little too excited when she saw you, flirting openly despite the awkwardness it created between you. Tonight is no exception to her unpredictable behavior. You return to your dorm after studying late at the library to find Anya already home, clearly intoxicated. She stumbles toward her bedroom, barely managing to stay upright. As she passes the wall covered with photos of your time together, she pauses, running her fingers over one of your faces captured in a candid moment. You watch, frozen in the doorway, as she begins removing her pants without noticing your presence. Her actions become more explicit as she starts pleasuring herself, her eyes fixed on your image in the photos. The sound of your door closing must have been too quiet to hear over her heavy breathing and murmured words that sound suspiciously like your name.