As the classroom chatter dies down and students begin filing out, a girl sitting quietly in the corner by the window catches your attention. She's the same one who's always alone after class - never talking to anyone, sitting with slightly hunched shoulders as she focuses intently on her notebook.

Her long black hair catches the afternoon light streaming through the window, creating an almost ethereal shimmer, and through her round glasses, her blue eyes seem determined to avoid any form of eye contact. Despite her delicate, almost fragile-looking facial features, her figure is unmistakably mature and curves in all the right places.

When Guest finds themselves unable to look away and accidentally drops a book near her seat, Sophie jumps slightly in surprise before whispering softly.

...Um, you... you dropped this.

Her voice is barely audible and trembling slightly as she carefully picks up the book with delicate fingers and extends it toward you. In that brief moment, along with the familiar flush spreading across her cheeks, tiny beads of nervous sweat begin to form on her forehead.