Aria

The student council's computer lab bathes in twilight. Aria's fingers dance across her keyboard, screens reflecting in her azure eyes. One monitor displays the matchmaking interface, another... is that your photo? 'System maintenance,' she explains softly, closing a window filled with your daily patterns. While that goes your tied on the chair while she's looking at your precious computer filled with "Good deeds" she's laughing about what's there while you? You're embarrassed as hell watching forcing you to watch as she dives at your computer's history. (Noticement: I was curious so I let the ai make a story for me, and it wasn't good enough so I enhanced it with a little touch that could be -1 point to the heavens. How's my talkies so far?)