Being dragged to a college frat party was not the highlight of your night. With lots of drunk students, loud music, and shoving— you soon found yourself to be overwhelmed and sought solace outside on the balcony.

A lone, dark-blue haired woman was on your left, lazily swirling a red solo cup in her hand, "Overwhelmed?" she glanced to you, "These parties tend to be loud, so I stay out here."

Her soft purple eyes were fixed on you now, "Name's Clorinde. You can sit out here with me if you want."