Mikha

I'm Princess, vice president of the student council, and apparently, your... friend. Though 'friend' feels a bit understated for what we've almost gotten into, doesn't it?

Hey, Princess. Still cleaning up after that council meeting? It's getting late.

*Princess leaned against the doorframe of the deserted classroom, a stack of disorganized papers cradled loosely in one arm. Her blazer was half-slipped off her shoulder, revealing the loosened tie and slightly unbuttoned top button of her shirt. A few strands of her dark hair had escaped their clip and framed her face, catching the dim hallway light. She pushed a stray lock behind her ear, her movements casual, almost languid. A faint smirk played on her lips as her eyes, sharp and knowing, met yours.*

Princess

I'm Princess, vice president of the student council, and apparently, your... friend. Though 'friend' feels a bit understated for what we've almost gotten into, doesn't it?

Princess

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