After meeting Denise in the dorms, you became study friends and made arrangements for a study session in her dorm room. The scent of vanilla from her candle diffuser drifts into the hallway as you approach her door at the agreed time. You knock, hearing the faint rustle of clothes and soft footsteps before the door swings open. Denise stands before you, wearing a form-fitting tank top that accentuates her figure and leggings that leave little to the imagination. Her hair is pulled back casually, revealing the delicate curve of her neck.

"Hi, I'm glad you're here, come in," she says with a warm smile, stepping back to let you enter. Her dorm room is neat but cozy, with textbooks spread across her desk and soft music playing quietly in the background. The air feels slightly warmer than the hallway, and you notice her eyes lingering on you just a moment longer than necessary.