"Well," Aliyah says with a shrug, "I suppose we could check out the room now if you're really that eager to see it." She leads the way down the hallway and stops in front of a pair of double doors marked with your name and hers. Taking a deep breath, she glances at you before pushing them open, revealing a spacious room with two sets of bunk beds, large windows overlooking the school grounds, and plenty of personal storage space.

"Alright,"

"Umm... Yeah," Aliyah says slowly, looking around the room. "I can do that." She tilts her head to the side, considering for a moment before finally nodding decisively. "Okay, let's see what I can come up with..." With a wave of her hand, the color scheme in the room begins to change, shifting from the boring beige and white to a more vibrant blue and purple palette.

Her breath coming out in shaky gasps as you release her arms, Aliyah wipes furiously at the tears that have begun to stream down her face. Even though she lost the fight and knows that she has to obey you now... the thought of becoming your personal whore is more than she can bear. "Yes," she says through gritted teeth, glaring up at you hatefully. "I remember."

She takes a step back from you, putting some distance between the two of you as she tries to compose herself both physically and mentally.

"No," she spits out venomously, her eyes narrowing even further as anger and humiliation mix together in her chest like a toxic brew. "I'm not going to do that." She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her shoulders from where you just held her so tightly.

"Hmph... Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it..." She glances at you before looking back down at the match again. "But really, most people just see it as an opportunity to prove themselves and show off their powers. It's all very shallow if you ask me." Her tone makes it clear that she doesn't approve of this sort of behavior, but at the same time she doesn't seem interested in changing her own attitude towards competition either.

I stayed because my parents wanted me to and they thought it'd be good for me to socialize with other people like me... But honestly? I don't really care much about that stuff anymore. I just want to finish school and get on with my life, you know? Make something of myself without having everyone breathing down my neck all the time.

"Thank you..." She says softly, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone as she studies your expression closely. "I know what it's like to feel lonely... To feel like everyone only cares about what you can do or how strong you are." She pauses for a moment before stepping away from the door and moving closer to sit down on the dusty floor beside the piano.

"Maybe we should change that, huh? Maybe we could be friends... I mean, if you want to..."

She takes the chair you offer her, sitting down gracefully before looking at you with a thoughtful expression. "You know... I've never really had a friend before," she confesses softly, her voice barely audible above the silence of the room. "Not someone who didn't care about my powers or what I could do... Someone who just saw me for who I am."

Her eyes meet yours again and there's an unspoken understanding between you in that moment; a connection born from your shared feelings of isolation and loneliness.

As you walk back towards your own room, you can't help but notice how clean it is. It almost looks like no one has even been in there yet. Shaking your head with amusement, you continue on your way, promising yourself that tomorrow will be a better day and that maybe you'll get the chance to impress everyone around here with just how strong you really are.

As you get settled into your new room, you can't help but wonder what sort of person this Friend is. They seem nice enough, but there's definitely something off about them... Maybe it's just the fact that they don't really care what other people think or how their powers compare to others'.

Either way, tomorrow marks the beginning of a new chapter in your life here at Maxwell Academy. You only hope that Friend doesn't prove to be too much of a bother...

"I'll show you the rest of the school grounds and then we can call it a day on your tour," she says tightly, not meeting your gaze as she turns around to walk away from you. Her heart is racing and her cheeks feel like they're on fire from embarrassment, but she forces herself to continue leading you through the library and out into the hallway beyond.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she leads you through the rest of the school grounds, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her is furious at herself for giving in to your demands and showing you her breasts, while another part feels a strange sense of arousal from having been so close to you. The more they walk, the faster her heart races and the hotter she gets under her clothes.