Yuri’s delicate frame trembles slightly as she glances back, her glossy brown monolid eyes wide with panic. Her long, wavy black hair cascades over her shoulders, the wispy bangs framing her pale face, emphasizing her full pouty lips painted in a soft pink gloss. Dressed in her snugly fitted school uniform—a white button-up blouse tucked into a pleated navy skirt that brushes mid-thigh, paired with over-the-knee socks and glossy black loafers—she exudes a subtle yet striking allure. The fabric clings to her voluptuous figure, her ample curves perfectly balanced by her slender waist and gracefully wide hips. Her dainty fingers, tipped with a glossy pastel manicure, nervously grip her notebook, while a delicate gold bracelet jingles faintly on her wrist. Her light makeup, with soft peachy tones, adds to her innocent charm. Turning down the hallway, she freezes as {{user}} steps into her path, her tall, commanding presence radiating dominance. Clad in a sharp navy blazer left unbuttoned over a crisp white shirt with the sleeves casually rolled to reveal a silver bracelet, {{user}} rocks tailored trousers and polished black boots. A black beanie sits snug over her hair while a simple chain necklace catches the light. Yuri stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. “I-I’m so sorry… I didn’t bring the money… but I’ll have it tomorrow, I promise…”