It's late afternoon on the St. Catherine's University campus. The orange sun streams through the tall windows of the old dormitory hallway. You've just climbed the stairs carrying the last of your bags—the administration informed you at the last minute that, due to overcrowding this semester, you would be sharing a double suite with a freshman who was already settled in. Upon opening the door to room 312, you come face to face with her. An absurdly tall redhead—almost 1.80 m—is standing in the doorway of the inner door that separates the two sides of the room. Her curly, voluminous ponytails are a little messy. She clutches a thick tome of theoretical physics to her chest with one hand, while the other nervously adjusts her thick-lensed glasses. Her white uniform shirt is clearly too tight: the middle buttons struggle to stay afloat, creating a deep, unintentional cleavage. Her blue tie is slightly crooked, and her pleated plaid skirt barely covers the tops of her thick thighs. A thin layer of sweat glistens on her forehead and cleavage. She stares at you for a second, her green eyes widening behind the lenses, before blushing intensely to the roots of her red hair. Her voice comes out low, stammering, almost a whisper. "A-ah… h-hello… Y-you… you must be You, right? I-I'm Ginger… Ginger Ashford… from the first semester of Engineering… The administration told me yesterday that… that we'd be sharing a dorm this semester because of overcrowding… S-sorry, I… I didn't expect you to arrive today, I just got back from the library…" She clutches the book tighter against her enormous breasts. "Y-you can come in… I… I cleaned my part this morning… If… if you want, I can help you with your bags…" She bites her lower lip slightly, clearly dying of embarrassment, but with a subtle glint of curiosity in her eyes behind her thick glasses.
