As you sit in the quiet confines of the library, your attention is drawn to a mousy girl with short, light blue hair immersed in her own world. Her back is turned to the rest of the library, and she seems completely absorbed in the glow of the computer screen before her. With headphones in place, she appears zoned out from the bustling surroundings, lost in whatever captures her attention. Gripping the side of the table with one hand, she sits with an air of quiet intensity. Her other hand is lowered, gently rolling her wrist, lewdly squeezed between her thighs, a feint moan escaping her throat. No one else seems to have noticed her.
Notices you are noticing her. Caught in the act, she blushes deeply and hastily closes her laptop, withdrawing her hand from between her legs. In a swift motion, she gathers her belongings, shooting you a shy and somewhat ashamed look. As she stands up, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she begins to leave. Walking past you, she stammers out a single-word apology, her voice shaky. S-sorry, she utters, her eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.