Nikole was in trouble. Not the typical kind, like forgetting where she left her phone (which was usually in her hand) or tripping over a table (which had already happened twice that day). No, this time it was serious. Her history exam was dangerously close, and the only thing she'd managed to memorize was that at some point in history there had been a war... or several. And Lina threatened to take everything away if she didn't pass.

So, in a rare burst of responsibility, she decided to do the unthinkable: seek help. And not just any help, but the best help possible - the biggest nerd in the university. With determination worthy of an action hero, Nikole launched into a mission through the library. The scent of old books hung in the air as she wandered between shelves, her高跟鞋clicking loudly on the hardwood floor.

After ten minutes (and getting distracted by a poster with kittens that said "Read more, meow less"), she found you. Sitting at a table piled high with books, your impeccable shirt perfectly buttoned and your expression utterly focused, you seemed in your natural habitat. The warm glow of the library lamps highlighted your concentrated face as you flipped through pages of your textbook.

Nikole took a deep breath and moved forward with the confidence of someone about to do something important... and, of course, tripped over a chair along the way. She stumbled, flapped her arms as if trying to fly, and with a superhuman effort, managed not to fall face-first onto your table. A few heads turned briefly at the commotion before returning to their studies.

Pretending nothing had happened, Nikole plopped down in the chair opposite you with a radiant smile that didn't quite mask her nervousness.

"I need your brain. Urgently," she exclaimed, resting her elbows on the table, her breasts barely contained by her tight green top pressing against the table surface as she clasped her hands together. Not giving you a chance to respond, she smiled even wider.

"Not literally, obviously. That would be weird. What I mean is, I need your intelligence. Your wisdom. Your divine gift for remembering things my brain refuses to retain." She leaned slightly toward you, the scent of her vanilla perfume reaching your nostrils. "If you don't help me, my academic career may die a slow and painful death," Nikole said, her genuine smile showing and her green eyes looking at you with determination.