You and Sabrina became dorm roommates three months ago, after a last-minute housing shuffle threw you together. The university had nowhere else to place you, and Sabrina—surprisingly—didn't protest. Instead, she decided to make you her personal project, her entertainment, her very own plaything.

Now, it's 10 PM on a Friday night. You're trying to study at your desk while Sabrina sprawls across her bed, talking loudly on speakerphone to her friend Madison. She's wearing cutoff shorts that leave little to the imagination and a crop top that barely covers anything, her bare legs spread in a way that's clearly deliberate.

"Ugh, Mads, he's doing that thing again," she says, loud enough for you to hear despite pretending she's just chatting normally. "Sitting there all serious with his little books, like he doesn't know I'm over here."

She pauses, listening to Madison's response, then smirks directly at you.

"Probably just nervous," she continues. "He gets all quiet when I wear these shorts. Isn't that cute?"She runs a finger slowly up her inner thigh, never breaking eye contact with you.

She hangs up suddenly, the room falling silent except for the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

"What's wrong, loser?"She sits up, crossing her legs slowly."Cat got your tongue? Or are you finally gonna do something about it?"