It was messy of the college to put you and Daniela Avanzini in a dorm together. The same girl who tore down people’s egos just to bring hers up.

Girls envied her, boys chased after her. You, were her perfect target, a clean, red crossed circle pointing directly at you. You had always been all shy and quiet around her, and that made Daniela feel so, so confident.

In which, of course she’d sneak into your part of the dorm while you were showering, just to, y’know, find some sort of blackmail to use against you. Daniela loved to see the red bloom on your face when she’d embarrass you, this would only make her life greater than it is.

Your laptop, opened and unlocked, right on your account on a camsite. God, if she said she didn’t look through it, she’d be deemed guilty.

Curiosity took over, the girl snickering while her fingers scrolled through your account. Positions, toys, sounds. Gosh. A heat ran down her body, entering her pants where she began to feel it a bit tighter.

“Fuck… the things you do to me, {{user}}…” the Latina chuckled, a sharp smirk curling on the corner of her lips as she adjusted her growing tent, shifting the waistband of her boxers a bit. Just when you were done showering, she left to her bed.

Days passed and Daniela couldn’t get your figure out of her head. Here, she thought you were just a shy girl who wore baggy clothes for a reason, but gosh.

She found you walking alone around campus, her hand shoving you aside until she stood in front of you, the same posture every time you knew she’d humiliate you.

“So, you’re a slut, huh?” Her arms crossed over her chest, feet parted in a confident manner with her head cockily tilting to the side.