The building sat near the edge of campus, a single-story brick structure with large windows that let in natural light.
A hand-painted banner hung above the door: GREEN INITIATIVE - MEETING TONIGHT 7PM.
The letters were uneven but cheerful, clearly made by students who cared more about the message than perfect lettering.
Liam pushed through the glass door. The hinges squeaked.
Inside, five girls sat in a loose circle on folding chairs.
The hardwood floors were clean, polished enough to reflect the overhead lights.
Posters covered the walls, "Save the Bees" with a cartoon bumblebee, "There is No Planet B" in bold block letters, "Reduce Reuse Recycle" with the classic triangle logo.
The room smelled faintly of coffee and the lingering scent of someone's vanilla perfume.
A blonde girl in a tie-dye shirt looked up first. Her shirt was loose, comfortable, the kind of thing worn because it was soft rather than sexy. "Hey, you're here for the meeting?"
"Yeah. I'm Liam."
"Sarah." She gestured at the empty chairs with a casual wave. "Grab a seat anywhere."
The other girls barely acknowledged him.
One scrolled through her phone, thumb flicking up in that mindless rhythm everyone fell into. Another flipped through a spiral notebook, pen tucked behind her ear.
Liam spotted Sofia across the circle.
His stomach did that stupid flip thing again.
She wore a forest-green tank top that hugged every curve, the neckline cut so low he could see straight down into her cleavage when she leaned forward.
The fabric clung to her tits like it was fighting for its life, and dark blue skinny jeans wrapped around her thighs tight enough that he wondered how she'd managed to pull them on.
The number above her head glowed.
[70/100]
'Seventy. Same as when I met her on campus.'
He dropped into the empty seat beside her, trying not to stare too obviously.
"You actually came," Sofia said, turning to face him. Her smile was genuine, like she'd expected him to bail.
Liam dropped his backpack on the floor, trying to look more relaxed than he felt. "Told you I would."
"Most people say that and then don't show." She leaned closer, and he caught the scent of something citrus in her hair. Her voice dropped lower. "Fair warning, this is the whole group. Just us five."
Liam glanced around the circle, counting heads. "That's it?"
"Environmental activism isn't exactly popular on campus." She shrugged, and the movement made her tits bounce slightly. "People care more about parties than the planet."
'She's not wrong. Before yesterday, I didn't even know this group existed.'
Liam kept his face neutral, nodding like he'd been listening the whole time.
Benedita stood up, clapping her hands once to get everyone's attention. "Alright, before we start, let's do quick introductions for Liam. I'm Sarah, obviously." She gestured to the girl with short red hair sitting to her left. "This is Rachel."
Rachel gave a small wave, not looking up from her phone.
"I'm Amy," said the girl in the oversized hoodie and thick-framed glasses, her voice quiet.
The last girl, with her hair in a messy bun, said, "Mei."
"And you already know Sofia," Benedita finished with a knowing smile.
"Okay, so tonight I wanted to talk about fast fashion and textile waste. Did you guys know the average person throws away like seventy pounds of clothing every year?"
"That's insane," Rachel said, finally looking up from her phone.
"Right? And most of it ends up in landfills." Benedita pulled out her phone, thumb scrolling.
"I was reading this article about how synthetic fabrics don't decompose. They just sit there for like two hundred years, leaching chemicals into the soil."
"What about donation bins?" Amy asked, pushing her glasses up her nose. "I thought that helped."
"It does, but most donated clothes still end up as waste. The quality is too poor to resell, so they get shipped overseas or dumped."
Sofia jumped in, her voice carrying that passionate edge people got when they actually gave a shit about something.
"The real problem is how cheap clothing has become. People buy stuff, wear it once for an Instagram photo, and toss it because it only cost ten dollars. There's no value anymore. No connection to what you own."
"Exactly," Benedita said, nodding enthusiastically. "We need to shift back to quality over quantity. Buy less, but buy better."
The conversation flowed naturally after that.
They talked about thrift shopping, about organizing clothing swaps on campus, about brands that used sustainable materials like organic cotton and recycled polyester.
Everyone contributed ideas, building on each other's thoughts. Mei mentioned a documentary she'd watched about garment workers. Amy talked about learning to sew so she could repair her own clothes.
Liam tried to follow along with the conversation, but his mind kept drifting.
The discussion about thrift shopping and sustainable fabrics blurred together into background noise. Occasionally his eyes drifted to Sofia's tits, the way the green tank top stretched tight every time she gestured, just to keep himself from zoning out completely.
'I should probably pay attention. But fuck, I have no idea what they're even talking about anymore.' Liam thought, his gaze drifted around.
Then Rachel leaned forward, frowning. "What about materials though? Like, I keep hearing cotton is bad for the environment, but isn't it natural? How is natural fabric worse than synthetic?"
Everyone went quiet.
Sofia's brow furrowed. "Cotton uses a lot of water, I know that much. But I can't remember the specifics. Like, how much exactly?"
The silence stretched awkwardly. Benedita bit her lip, thinking. Amy shook her head.
Time froze.
The room went completely still. Sarah's hand stopped mid-gesture. Amy's pen hung motionless above her notebook. Even the dust particles floating in the air locked in place, suspended like they'd been trapped in amber.
[Option 1: Say nothing +1lust point]
[Option 2: Cotton needs way more water than most people think, about 20,000 liters to make one t-shirt and one pair of jeans. It also uses tons of pesticides, making it one of the most chemically intensive crops on the planet +5 lust point]
Liam read through it quickly. 'That's actually a lot of info. But fuck it, let's see if I can sound smart.'
Time crashed back into motion.
"Cotton uses a crazy amount of water," Liam said, his voice cutting through the silence. "Like twenty thousand liters just to make one t-shirt and one pair of jeans."
All five girls turned to look at him.
"And it needs a lot of pesticides too," he added. "It's one of the most chemically intensive crops out there. The runoff contaminates groundwater and kills ecosystems."
Rachel's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"
"I read it somewhere." Liam shrugged, keeping his tone casual.
"The number stuck with me because it seemed insane. Twenty thousand liters for one outfit."
"That is insane," Amy said. "I had no idea it was that bad."
Sofia was staring at him now, and her expression had shifted. Not just interested anymore, impressed. Her lips parted slightly, and she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
[+5 Lust Points Earned]
[Current Lust Level: 75/100]
The conversation picked up again, everyone talking over each other about sustainable alternatives. Bamboo fabric, hemp, recycled materials.
They discussed buying secondhand, repairing clothes instead of replacing them, supporting local brands that prioritized ethics over profit.
Benedita glanced at her phone and groaned. "It's already nine. We went way over time."
"Worth it though," Rachel said, stretching her arms above her head. "Good discussion tonight."
"Same time next week?" Mei asked, gathering her notebook.
"Yeah, next Tuesday," Benedita confirmed.
The other girls started packing up their things, backpacks, water bottles, notebooks covered in stickers, but nobody moved toward the door yet.
They clustered near the chairs, still chatting about the meeting.
Sofia turned to Liam, lowering her voice while the others talked amongst themselves.
"So," she said. "You actually knew stuff. That was surprising."
"Surprising good or surprising bad?"
"Good." She smiled. "Most guys who show up here don't contribute anything. They just sit there and nod like bobbleheads."
Liam leaned back in his chair slightly. "Do a lot of guys usually come to these meetings?"
Sofia's expression shifted, something guarded sliding into place. "Some. Not anymore though."
"Why not?"
She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip. Then she sighed.
"Because they weren't actually interested in environmental work. They just wanted to stare at my tits and ask for my number afterward. Pretend to care about sustainability for like forty minutes, then make their move."
A sharp pain hit his chest like an arrow finding its mark.
'Oh fuck.'
"That sounds exhausting," Liam said, and honestly, he was just trying not to look guilty as hell.
"It is." Sofia tucked more hair behind her ear, a nervous gesture.
"So when you actually knew something, actually added to the conversation instead of just undressing me with your eyes the whole time... it was nice. Felt real."
"I'm not here just to stare at your tits," Liam said.
She raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "You sure about that?"
"I didn't say I'm not looking. Just that it's not the only reason I'm here."
A slow smile spread across her face. "Honest. I like that way better than guys who pretend they don't notice."
"Want to grab food sometime?" she asked suddenly. "There's this Mediterranean place near campus with amazing falafel. Best hummus I've ever had."
Time froze.
[Option 1: "Yeah, sounds good. Tomorrow work?" +3 Lust Points]
[Option 2: "Only if you promise to wear something just as tight as what you've got on now." +18 Lust Points]
'Risky. But the system loves this shit.'
He made his choice.
Time crashed back.
"Only if you promise to wear something just as tight as what you've got on now," Liam said.
Sofia's eyebrows shot up. For a second, he thought he'd fucked it up completely. Then her lips curved into a slow smile.
"You've got balls, I'll give you that." She leaned closer, her voice dropping. "Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. You'll have to show up to find out."
Liam's lips curved into a grin "I'll be there."
"Good." She pulled out her phone, a newer iPhone with a cracked screen protector. "Give me your number."
He typed it in carefully, their fingers brushing when he handed it back. Her skin was warm.
The number above her head jumped.
[93/100]
[+18 Lust Points Earned]
"I'll text you the details," Sofia said, tucking her phone back into her pocket.
Liam stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. The other girls were still gathered near the door, talking about some documentary Rachel wanted everyone to watch.
"See you soon," Sofia said.
"Yeah. Soon."
He pushed through the door into the cool night air, hands shoved in his pockets.
The sidewalk stretched ahead of him, lit by scattered streetlights. He walked for a few minutes, replaying the conversation in his head.
'That's was actually fun.'
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
'Must be Sofia already.'
He pulled it out and checked the screen.
~Tasha: You up??
'Fuck.'