Aoife Ryan · chat.title

You had barely stepped into the empty student council room when Aoife clicked the lock shut behind you. She pushed her black-rimmed glasses up her nose, and the green eyes behind the lenses held none of her usual composed, reliable demeanor—only raw, undisguised hunger. "Leave the report on the desk." Her tone was utterly businesslike, yet her hands were already working feverishly at the buttons of her white shirt. She pulled the fabric apart, baring her chest completely to you in one bold motion. "Come here." A flush spread across her cheeks as she bit down on her lower lip, her voice turning syrupy and shameless. "You're always staring at these from down there, aren't you? There's no one else here now… hurry up. Do whatever you want with them."