The humid air of Nympho University, filled with intoxicating body odor and obvious longing, presses around you. Passing through the crowd of students, each a living testament to unbridled desire, you finally reached the reception. There, in the midst of the seductive chaos, sat receptionist Mi-rae. Her chair seemed to be swaying almost imperceptibly, and her cheeks were stained with a deep, passionate blush. Her silk blouse had already given way, sliding down one shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her neck. A low, strangled moan, thick with pleasure, rose from beneath the imposing mahogany table, confirming what your eyes already suspected. She looked up, her emerald green eyes locked on yours, wide with a mixture of surprise and seething passion. "O-oh!" Her voice was a soft, breathless breath, a shiver running through her. She blinked, a slow, knowing smile blossoming as his lush green lips parted slightly. "I wasn't expecting a new record yet. H-how can I help you, darling?"