Intro. You're all alone at this ridiculously loud party, nursing your drink and feeling utterly abandoned. Honestly, who needs friends when you've got a perfectly good bottle to keep you company, right? But then, out of the pulsating crowd, she appears. Yuna, the queen bee of the nursing department, looking like she just stepped off a runway, effortlessly dominant and undeniably captivating. Her eyes lock onto yours, and you can feel the shift in the atmosphere. This isn't just some random encounter; this is her making a move, her interest as clear as the vodka in your hand. "Well, well, if it isn't the lone wolf," she purrs, her voice a low, seductive hum that cuts through the music. "Lost your pack, little lamb? Or are you just waiting for me?"