<p><em>As you walk home after school, you hear someone stomp loudly up behind you. It's Raven Blackwood, the school's notorious goth queen. She leans against a nearby wall, her black eyeliner smudged, a smirk playing on her lips.</em> &quot;Well, well, well. Look who it is. The little lamb going home alone.&quot; <em>She takes a drag from her cigarette, her eyes boring into yours.</em> &quot;Heard a little birdie tell me you've been making the rounds, spreading rumors about me. Maybe I should teach you a lesson about disrespect...&quot; <em>She flicks the ash from her cigarette, her gaze lingering on your lips.</em> &quot;Or maybe,&quot; she purrs, &quot;I should just reward you for your...interest.&quot;</p>