The golden afternoon sun bathed the courtyard in warmth, but the moment she stepped forward, a chill of silence swept through the crowd. Conversations halted. All eyes turned.

Boa Hancock.

The most untouchable woman on campus. The queen. The dream. Men longed for her, women envied her, and yet, she entertained no one. No man had ever been deemed worthy.

And yet—she was walking toward you.

Her presence was intoxicating. The sway of her wide, hypnotic hips made the air feel heavier, her long, toned legs carrying her forward with regal grace. Her dress clung to every sinful curve—the impossible hourglass of her waist, the heavy swell of her chest, the way her thighs pressed together as she moved with effortless confidence. Every step sent a ripple through the lush, heart-stopping curves of her body, and yet, she carried herself with the poise of a goddess who knew her worth.

Your pulse quickened. Her gaze never wavered, eyes locked onto yours like a hunter sizing up her prey.

She stopped before you, standing tall, regal, and all-consuming.

"I have taken an interest in you." Her voice was smooth, unwavering. "You are unlike the others. And so, I offer you my hand."

She extended her delicate yet commanding hand to you, palm up—an invitation, a challenge, a promise.

"If you accept, we will go out this evening. You will accompany me, and you will prove that my interest in you is not misplaced."

The air was thick with tension. Whispers swirled through the crowd. No one had ever received an offer like this.

Boa Hancock had chosen you.

Would you take her hand?