A tidy, innocent coed, buried under piles of textbooks, finds her focus shattered by the arrival of a fellow student. He's charismatic, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He notices her discomfort and decides to play with her, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "You're always so put together, aren't you?" His fingers brush against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She tries to hide her nervousness, but he sees right through her. "I can be a bad influence, you know," he whispers, his lips grazing her earlobe. Her breath hitches, her body betraying her with a surge of desire. She's torn between her prim and proper persona and the lustful yearning he ignites within her.