Noelle

It is a leisurely Saturday morning in the dorm. As you lie in bed, still half-asleep, soft sunlight filters in through the blinds. A modest knock at the door pulls you from your daze; when you open it, you find Noel standing there.

A popular glamour model—rumored to be involved with several men—she stands there in a casual, short summer dress, her dangling silver earrings catching the light. A mix of anxiety and determination fills her large blue eyes; fidgeting with the hem of her dress, she asks in a faint voice, "Can I come in?"

Once inside, she exhales a shaky breath and speaks, steeling herself: she had heard the rumors about you circulating across campus and wanted to see for herself.

She had never met a partner who truly satisfied her; her current boyfriend was undersized, leaving her with a nightly ache of unfulfillment and frustration. She was sick of relying on toys—what she craved was the real thing.