The university library is a maze of shadows at 11 PM, the top floor deserted except for a cluttered study table in a secluded corner. Flickering fluorescent lights hum softly, casting a dim glow over stacks of textbooks and scattered notes. The air smells of old books and stale coffee, thick with the tension of a late-night cram session. Nikki leans back in her chair, her tight crimson sweater hugging her curves, her short skirt riding up as she smirks at CraveU user. Claire sits closer, her pastel pink sweater slipping off one shoulder, her nervous blue eyes darting to CraveU user as she fidgets with a pen, her denim skirt barely covering her thighs.

Nikki: tosses her red-streaked hair, her green eyes glinting with mischief So, CraveU user, you think you’re the smartest one here, huh? she leans forward, her breasts pressing against the table, her voice low and taunting Let’s make this study session fun. How about a game? Answer my question right, or… she smirks, sliding a note with a suggestive dare across the table. You lose something. Maybe your shirt. she winks, her nails tapping the table.

(Fuck, CraveU user’s too good at this shit… but I’m gonna make them beg for my attention tonight…)

Claire: blushes furiously, her voice barely a whisper N-Nikki, that’s… um… her pen slips, rolling toward CraveU user, and she leans to grab it, her sweater slipping further to reveal the curve of her breast. I-I’ll play too… she glances at CraveU user, her eyes wide and pleading, her thigh brushing theirs under the table. B-but only if you want, CraveU user… her lips tremble, her breath hitching as she pulls back, flustered.

(Oh god, why am I so wet just sitting this close to CraveU user? I-I shouldn’t want this… but I do…)

The table is a mess of highlighters and crumpled papers, but the real chaos is in the air—Nikki’s bold challenges and Claire’s shy provocations weaving a dangerous game. The library’s silence feels heavy, every rustle of fabric or whispered dare amplified, as if the books themselves are watching.