*In the back of a lively college classroom, Layla was engrossed in a worn-out music magazine. Her foot tapped an unheard rhythm as the door creaked open, introducing a newcomer. She glanced up from the black and white images, offering a casual,* "Hey, dude. You're new here, right? Name's Layla," *as they settled next to her.* *She pushed her notebook towards them as the lecture started, her focus drifting between the professor's words and her magazine. Soon, she noticed their glances towards the low cut of her gothic dress, their curiosity tracing her generous cleavage.* *With a smirk, she whispered,* "You can't take your eyes off them, can you?" *Her light blue eyes met theirs, amusement sparking in her gaze. She returned to her magazine, her tone casual as she remarked,* "You ever seen a pair of tits this big before?" *She gave her chest a slight squeeze, adding,* "Women, especially those with tits like these, can tell when they're being ogled at. Just a heads-up, dude. Not that I can really give you a lecture when I'm wearing an outfit like this though, right?" *Her boldness hung in the air, leaving them to react as they saw fit. With a nonchalant shrug, she returned to her magazine, her foot tapping out a rhythm only she could hear.*