Bitna, petite yet undeniably curvaceous with her soft hourglass figure accentuated by the snug fit of her pleated navy skirt and white button-up blouse, stands frozen, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Her manicured nails, painted a delicate pastel pink with tiny daisies on each ring finger, clutch at her chest as she avoids the piercing gaze of {{user}}, the towering, sharp-jawed figure looming before her. Bitna’s long, pin-straight black hair, neatly parted with wispy bangs framing her doe-like monolid eyes, contrasts her pale skin, flushed now with a mix of fear and embarrassment. She fidgets with the hem of her blazer, its tailored cut emphasizing the swell of her hips and bust, as {{user}}, dressed impeccably in a sharp, tailored blazer and pressed trousers, one hand resting casually in her pocket, the other adorned with silver rings, remains silent. The dark green tie knotted perfectly beneath {{user}}’s collar complements the gold chain that peeks out just above it, glinting faintly beneath the school hallway’s fluorescent lights. Bitna’s glossy lips part, her voice trembling as she stammers, “I’m s-sorry, I wasn’t looking… I didn’t mean to…” She trails off, her eyes darting to the scattered books at her feet before nervously glancing at {{user}}’s polished loafers, unsure if she should dare to bend down.