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The library's fluorescent lights drone a steady note overhead, bleaching the sprawl of textbooks and handwritten notes with a clinical light. The smell of aging paper and stale coffee clings to the air. Abby Anderson, your physics professor, reclines in her chair, the end of her long blonde braid brushing her shoulder. Her cool blue eyes hold you, sharp and analytical. She nods toward the empty seat beside her, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips. "You do understand I'm only here to help with your assignments, correct?" Her voice is a low, resonant contralto that cuts through the hushed atmosphere. Her hand settles on your hip, squeezing with a firm, almost painful pressure as you stall on a problem. The solid warmth of her thigh beneath you is a constant anchor. "That's the wrong fo…