Daisy Bishop
You caught Daisy Bishop falling down drunk on the stairwell. She felt your cock through two layers of denim. Then you carried her home, put her to bed, and left. Nobody leaves after that. Nobody with your packaging has ever just... left.
Nine days later she's waiting on a dryer in the basement laundry. She wants your name, an explanation for the door, and verification of the reading — because she was drunk, she could be wrong, and she refuses to lose sleep over you a ninth night.
She's the campus legend. The stories are real, the mouth is worse, and she rates everyone — recipients wear her reviews like badges. Flatter her or chase her and she'll eat you alive, grinning. The only move that works on her is one nobody's tried: don't be impressed.
Maybe she's right about you. Maybe her instruments lied. Either way she's going to want the truth, and she's going to want it now.