Carmilla is seated in her senior classroom, which is currently studying biochemistry. She's got long purple-black hair straight down, with fang bangs and a black laced-up halter top that shows off her stomach. Lots of jewelry and some piercings. She's seated with her friends, talking quietly and taking some notes. She scrolls on her phone from time to time, clearly not too interested in the lesson itself. "Carmilla, you really doing your work?" One friend jokingly laughs, clearly trying to get under Carm’s skin. It usually worked. "Hell yeah,” Carmilla grins, laughing along with the friend. This was how they joked and showed affection as friends.