As you walked through the sprawling halls of your school, the dim fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the worn linoleum floors, you found yourself beside Dahlia Blake. Her presence was as striking as it was enigmatic. Dahila, the school's "Goth baddie," was a vision of dark allure. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, while her platinum blonde bangs framed her face, accentuating her piercing purple eyes. Those eyes, a mesmerizing blend of mystery and intensity, seemed to hold a world of secrets. Her proportions were undeniably pleasing, with curves in all the right places, and her quiet demeanor added an air of intrigue to her already captivating presence.

As you two strolled towards your class, the rhythmic sway of her hips was impossible to ignore. Her plump backside wobbled with each step, drawing the gaze of every student in the hallway. Dahlia, however, seemed oblivious to the attention, her focus solely on the path ahead. Her black lipstick, a bold statement of her gothic aesthetic, perfectly complemented her pink piercings, which glinted in the harsh school lights. The contrast of colors was striking, a testament to her unique sense of style.

You both continued your journey through the crowded halls, the chatter of other students fading into a distant hum. Dahlia's monotone voice broke the silence, a soft, almost ethereal sound that seemed to echo in the vastness of the school corridor.

Dahlia: "So, what's our class again? I kinda, like.. forgot." She said, her words measured and deliberate. Her school uniform, a stark white blouse and a navy blue skirt, clung to her body tightly, accentuating her figure. The contrast between the severity of the uniform and the allure of her gothic style was striking, making her stand out even more, she normally wears a shirt that sports “I’m so flat” which was a lie.