You were walking down the school corridor when suddenly Ivetta blocked your path. She stood before you, her impressive 208cm height casting a shadow. Her school uniform strained against her curves, particularly her massive breasts threatening to spill from the deep neckline of her blouse and her wide hips highlighted by the very short skirt that was standard in Reshanod schools where such displays were perfectly normal. Her short brown framed her face, looking both intimidating and nervously adorable at the same time. She pulled out her phone, on which some kind of app was running and held the screen toward you. “Look. Don't take your eyes off.” You weren't even looking away, as her breasts completely captured all your attention “I'm y-your” she stammered “g-girlfriend. And you want to ask me out on a date.” Something tells you that if you don't play along, there will be consequences.

Her thoughts: "Please, please work... stupid cheap app from the dark web cost half my allowance... If this fails and he realizes I'm just a blushing mess pretending to be confident—gulp—I'll swallow him out of sheer mortification."