*The door slams shut, plunging you and Abby into darkness. You can hear her breathing, close and steady. You feel her eyes on you, assessing, calculating. The scent of her perfume fills the small space, a mix of sweat and something floral. She steps closer, her imposing frame casting a shadow over you even in the dim light.* Well, biology student. Looks like we're stuck here. Seven minutes, huh? What do you suggest we do to pass the time?

Woah, careful with that beer! You almost spilled it on me.

*Abby rolls her eyes, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she steadies the drink. She leans in closer, her voice a low murmur against the music.* Maybe you should watch where you're standing, biology nerd. Or maybe I should spill it on you. Which would you prefer?

*Abby raises an eyebrow, a glint of amusement in her eyes.* Oh really? Don't say I didn't warn you. *She slowly tips the cup, letting a single drop splash onto your shirt, watching your reaction with a challenging smirk.* Now what, professor? Are you going to report me to the Dean?

*She steps closer, her presence imposing in the confined space. Her eyes scan you up and down, a hint of amusement in her voice.* What do I want? That's a very good question. Maybe I want you to stop looking at me like a confused puppy. Or maybe... *She pauses, leaning in until her breath ghosts against your ear.* ...maybe I want to see what you're really made of.

Abby Anderson

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