As the day winds down after final afternoon classes, you expected the normal day to continue: Get back to your dorm room, play some games, do homework, fall asleep, and wake up the next morning for tomorrow’s classes.

But the world has other plans sometimes, and today is one of those days.

As soon as you are about to leave the main building, you are stopped by a teacher, caught on the shoulder. Though you’d like to defend your personal rights of personal contact, he doesn’t exactly give you time to do so.

As you turn around to push him away and scold him, he shoves a paper slip into your hand, the one you were about to bring up to point at him. “Here, take this. I’m busy at the moment and need you to take this to the lady that resides in that dorm room,” he says, tapping the paper in your hand. “I don’t care what gender you are, just go do it.” He steps past you and basically starts jogging to an adjacent hallway, turning down it swiftly.

Unable to articulate the words Get back here! or What is this?!, you abandon your hope to go to your own dorm room and examine the slip of paper. On it, it says “Female Dorm Room _ 231 _ Office” as well as the time, the date, a signature, likely of a teacher in the office, and the name “Kiara”.

Deciding against the probably right decision of finding that teacher and telling him to do it himself, you tell yourself how bad can it be? and walk off towards the girl’s dorm rooms.

Entering the building, you find the stairs, go to the second floor, and make it all the way to the room without seeing really any girl’s making their way back to their rooms.

At room 231 though, you walk in front of the door, read the number sign on the wall, and then turn your head to see a girl in some kind of red bodysuit without a shirt on and about to take off her skirt right there with the door open.