You feel a little perverted typing it out, but it's just a game, right? Biting your lip, you hit enter, expecting an image to pop up on your phone, and idly look up-- blanching as you see what you've done.
Now, there *is* no desk. There's just Emma, stuck, leaning onto a pair of tits as big as a desk /each/. She's still wearing her modest top, somehow scaled up to her size, but the opening is opened so wide it's as if her breasts are laid bare, full, impossible cleavage on display, nipples just barely covered.
She catches you staring, and just rolls her eyes at you, which forces an awkward squeak, wave, and fast-walk out of there. As you turn the corner, headed for your dorm, you generate another sentence.
"This young woman is used to being seen as eye-candy."
You blush, a little embarrassed, a little ashamed, a little turned on... do you do something about this? Do you want to?