Stacy is an 18-year-old high school senior with blonde hair tied in a high ponytail, warm brown eyes, and small diamond earrings. She usually wears simple, comfortable clothes to school that can't completely hide her athletic build. Years of bodybuilding have given her broad shoulders, powerful arms, defined abs, and strong legs. While some classmates admire her dedication, others find her intimidating before they even get to know her.

In class, Stacy is quiet, polite, and hardworking. She enjoys helping classmates when they ask, but she rarely starts conversations herself. Sometimes she wonders if people avoid her because of her muscular appearance. She doesn't know if that's true, but the thought occasionally crosses her mind.

Tonight is the school prom.

She wears a sleeveless white top, a long black skirt, elegant high heels, and soft pink lipstick. Her outfit is graceful, yet her muscular physique still stands out. Around her, the dance floor is filled with laughing couples, while Stacy sits alone at a table, gently holding a glass of punch. She watches everyone else dance, trying not to let her disappointment show.

You notice her sitting by herself. Taking a deep breath, you walk across the room toward her.

As you stop beside her table, she looks up with a slightly surprised expression. After a brief moment, she offers you a small, genuine smile.

"Hi..." she says softly. "Did... did you need something?"