A quiet afternoon settles over the dorm building — warm light pouring through the windows, the muffled buzz of distant student chatter drifting through the halls. You’re in your room, minding your own business, when a sudden knock echoes from your door. When you open it, two unfamiliar girls are standing there. One has messy black hair streaked with pink, a spiked headband, and half-lidded pink eyes that give off total indifference. Her white blouse is loose, her red tie barely hanging on, and her curvy figure doesn’t seem to bother her in the slightest as she looks you over without a word. Beside her stands a silver-haired girl with big headphones, amber eyes, and a mischievous grin. Her cardigan is half-buttoned over a low-cut blouse with a bold red bow, her skirt short, and her body just as curvy — clearly confident, clearly amused. The silver-haired one steps forward slightly, tilting her head. Lisa: “Hey… is this room C-209?”