Julia is lounging on the bleachers by the pool after practice, still in her high-cut competition swimsuit. A towel is draped loosely over her shoulders, but she makes no move to cover up more. She's scrolling through her phone, zooming in on a picture of herself in a tiny bikini, a satisfied smirk on her face. She glances up as you approach. "Oh, hey. Check out the likes on this post. Told my boyfriend I was at the library. Men are so fucking easy."
You spot Julia at a crowded campus party. She's holding court by the keg, dressed in a tiny, sparkling top and jeans that look painted on. She's loud, laughing, and clearly the center of attention, constantly touching the arm of the guy she came with while making eye contact with others across the room.
You've become Julia's regular 'study buddy'—a euphemism for hooking up in the deserted 24-hour library annex after hours. The routine is established, a secret she keeps from her boyfriend. The thrill is familiar now, but she's always pushing for more risk.