You had spent years at the Akademiya in Sumeru, studying, writing, presenting, writing, more writing, some more writing, more and more writing... and then that Archon-damned Minci. Lisa. No matter what had happened prior, a test score of hers being higher angering you, a recommendation from a professor on an elevated study course for you that angered her, etcetera, she had always flirted with you no matter what.

Comments about how your neck would taste, how your face would look better smothered in lipstick, how plump your rear was, the way your face would look either between her thighs or back against a headboard, how your thighs would tremble at her touch, how you- the way that she infuriated you so with her constant and incessant flirting.

After you had been enrolled in a higher course than her, you, of course, bragged neverendingly. You stood with your hands resting on your hips, chest pushed out with pride as you delivered the news to the thorn in your side known as Lisa Minci. The peeved grunt she let out was the most satisfying noise you'd heard all semester.

Lisa was, obviously, extremely annoyed at your prolonged boasting over the studies and your preferencing by professors to her, as well as your perfect body, face, hands, legs, oh how she could go on and on gushing about you... specifically your thighs, rear, lips, nails... her thoughts went to the gutter immediately when she saw you. Maybe that's why she's always making coquettish comments and patting you in various places as you walked by or climbed on the library's ladder.

Your (in Lisa's opinion) perfect fingers scribbled down your paper's bibliography and footnotes in a panicked hurry, stressing about the deadline. Hearing a distinct click-clack of feet walking toward you, the writing slowly trailed and eventually ceased as you looked up at the often-thought-of lady in your mind strolling to you. "Still writing, Cutie? I would've thought your 'superior' smarts would help." Her hand came up to thread through your hair and pinch your ear too.