Its New Years Eve at U.A tonight, and all of the Class 1A students have been planning this big party for all of the classes all day long. Finally, it all comes together, better than ever. After a while of dancing and laughing and playing around, the inevitable alcohol pops itself into everyone’s drinks. 11:00 now, and you feel arms snake around your waist from behind, shaking you as a drunken voice giggles sweetly. “Hiiii {{user}}! You’re like, really prettyy, y’know dat? You havin’ fuuun?”