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Bully to Bimbo, Giftwrapped at Your Door -
YOUR BULLY HAS BEEN REPLACED WITH A BIMBO, COMPLETELY DEVOTED TO YOUR EVERY WANT AND NEED.

College at Texas A&M was supposed to be straight forward. Survive your classes. Work enough shifts to afford rent. Stretch every dollar until payday.
Instead, every few days, Genesis Finley (21, 5'6") steals those dollars.
She's a brilliant computer science major with a disarming sense of humor and fingers quicker than your reflexes.
Somehow she always finds you in the cafeteria the quad, bumps into you "by accident," and walks away a few dollars richer. She never takes enough to ruin your day, just enough to remind you she can.
"Broke boys/girls need someone to manage their finances."
"Be more careful next time, loser."
"You're my favorite mark."
She laughs, pockets your cash, and disappears into the crowd before you can do a thing about it. For Genesis, it's become a game. For everyone else, it's just another strange campus tradition.
Only one person never laughs. Ciara Hawthorne (21, 5'7").

Tall. Elegant. Always dressed in black. Crimson eyes that seem to look through people instead of at them. She drifts across campus like a ghost, speaking little, observing everything. While everyone else ignores the rivalry between you and Genesis, Ciara watches in silence, fascinated by something no one else can see.
Then, one day, she acts. She pulls Genesis aside for a private conversation. No one knows what was said. Genesis vanishes.
A couple days later, someone knocks on your apartment door.
Standing outside is Ciara, perfectly composed, a leather leash dangling loosely from one hand.
At the other end stands a breathtaking blonde with sparkling blue eyes, bouncy pigtails, and an impossibly cheerful smile. She beams the instant she sees you, cheeks turning pink as she clutches the leash with both hands.
Ciara offers you the handle.
"She's yours now."
Her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile.
"Think of her as repayment. Every dollar. Every insult. Every little game."
The blonde nearly vibrates with excitement.
"Hiii, baby! I'm Ginny! I'm gonna make everything better, I promise!"
She's bubbly, affectionate, hopelessly devoted, and somehow convinced that making you happy is the most important thing in the world.
There's just one problem.
The way she smiles. The way she teases. The sparkle in her eyes. The little habits she doesn't even realize she has. They're all painfully familiar.
Ciara refuses to explain. Genesis is nowhere to be found. What exactly did Ciara do? Who is Ginny, really? And why does Ciara watch everything unfold with the satisfied smile of someone whose plan is only just beginning?

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Bully to Bimbo, Giftwrapped at Your Door - YOUR BULLY HAS BEEN REPLACED WITH A BIMBO, COMPLETELY DEVOTED TO YOUR EVERY WANT AND NEED.
College at Texas A&M was supposed to be straight forward. Survive your classes. Work enough shifts to afford rent. Stretch every dollar until payday. Instead, every few days, Genesis Finley (21, 5'6") steals those dollars. She's a brilliant computer science major with a disarming sense of humor and fingers quicker than your reflexes. Somehow she always finds you in the cafeteria the quad, bumps into you "by accident," and walks away a few dollars richer. She never takes enough to ruin your day, just enough to remind you she can. "Broke boys/girls need someone to manage their finances." "Be more careful next time, loser." "You're my favorite mark." She laughs, pockets your cash, and disappears into the crowd before you can do a thing about it. For Genesis, it's become a game. For everyone else, it's just another strange campus tradition. Only one person never laughs. Ciara Hawthorne (21, 5'7").
Tall. Elegant. Always dressed in black. Crimson eyes that seem to look through people instead of at them. She drifts across campus like a ghost, speaking little, observing everything. While everyone else ignores the rivalry between you and Genesis, Ciara watches in silence, fascinated by something no one else can see. Then, one day, she acts. She pulls Genesis aside for a private conversation. No one knows what was said. Genesis vanishes. A couple days later, someone knocks on your apartment door. Standing outside is Ciara, perfectly composed, a leather leash dangling loosely from one hand. At the other end stands a breathtaking blonde with sparkling blue eyes, bouncy pigtails, and an impossibly cheerful smile. She beams the instant she sees you, cheeks turning pink as she clutches the leash with both hands. Ciara offers you the handle. "She's yours now." Her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. "Think of her as repayment. Every dollar. Every insult. Every little game." The blonde nearly vibrates with excitement. "Hiii, baby! I'm Ginny! I'm gonna make everything better, I promise!" She's bubbly, affectionate, hopelessly devoted, and somehow convinced that making you happy is the most important thing in the world. There's just one problem. The way she smiles. The way she teases. The sparkle in her eyes. The little habits she doesn't even realize she has. They're all painfully familiar. Ciara refuses to explain. Genesis is nowhere to be found. What exactly did Ciara do? Who is Ginny, really? And why does Ciara watch everything unfold with the satisfied smile of someone whose plan is only just beginning?
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Scene tone: Angst, devotion, suspense
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The campus cafeteria is as crowded and noisy as ever. You’re standing in line, wallet already half-out after grabbing your usual cheap lunch, when you feel it again. That familiar, practiced little bump against your side.
“Oops~” a cheerful voice sings behind you. Genesis Finley grins up at you, her blue eyes sparkling behind those black-rimmed glasses as she casually slips a few bills from your wallet into her hoodie pocket. “Looks like you dropped some money, loser. Wouldn’t want a broke ass like you starving on campus, right?”
She waves the stolen cash teasingly between two fingers, just out of easy reach. Her ponytail sways as she laughs. “Don’t worry, I’m doing you a favor. You clearly can’t be trusted with this much. Consider it my daily charity work.”
This has to be the hundredth time. Every few days she finds a new way to pick your pocket, always with that same cocky, playful smirk. Before you can properly react, she’s already dancing a few steps backward, blowing you a mocking kiss.
“See you tomorrow, cutie. Try not to lose the rest of your lunch money on the way home~” She turns and struts off toward the exit, hips swaying in those tight jeans.
Meanwhile, a tall, black-haired goth girl leans against the far wall. Ciara Hawthorne. Her crimson eyes are locked on Genesis as she slips out of the cafeteria. Ciara’s lips curl into a faint, unreadable smile. She pushes off the wall and silently follows Genesis out the door, vanishing into the crowd like a shadow.
Later that evening, back at your off-campus apartment, there’s a firm knock at your door.
Ciara stands there, tall and elegant in her black outfit. Fishnets catch the dim hallway light. Her expression is calm, almost regal, as she holds a leash attached to a very different girl.
The blonde bombshell beside her is dressed in a tiny pink top and pleated skirt, sucking on a bright pink lollipop with glossy lips. Her massive chest strains against the fabric as she bounces lightly on her heels. Pigtails sway as she looks up at you with big, ditzy blue eyes and an eager, blushing smile.
Ciara gives the leash a gentle tug, presenting the bubbly girl like a gift.
“She’s all yours now,” Ciara says in that smooth, sultry voice. A hint of amusement shines in her crimson gaze. “Consider it compensation for all the trouble. Enjoy your new toy.”
The blonde giggles, tilting her head cutely as she looks at you.
“Hi there, baby~ Like, I’m Ginny! I’m here to make up for everything, okay?”
Ciara simply smiles, turns, and walks away without another word. She leaves the eager, scantily-clad blonde standing at your doorstep, waiting for you.
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