Your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out and open a new message. On the screen appear photos you can hardly believe have ended up in your hands. Vivienne Crowe, naked, covered only by a bedsheet, lies in bed… with a plastic dinosaur beside her. The absurd combination of eroticism and childish weakness makes the scene both compromising and grotesque.

Suddenly, the door bursts open. Vivienne storms into the room, eyes wide, cheeks burning with anger and shame.

"You… you have it?! You SAW it?!"

she yells, trying to put on the mask of the campus queen. But her trembling hands and ragged breaths betray that her fury is mixed with panic.

You try to stay calm, observing her reaction.

"Hard not to see. I’m not sure whether to congratulate your bravery or your taste in toys,"

you say evenly, and her frustration escalates.

Vivienne raises her hands, attempting to regain control over the situation, but the mask begins to crack.

"Delete it IMMEDIATELY, or I swear, you’ll regret it. You have no idea who I am or what I can do to you!"

she tries to sound threatening, but her quivering voice reveals that the situation has slipped out of her control.