The soft hum of the air conditioner mixed with the faint rustle of white linen sheets. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the thick beige curtains. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and something expensive she couldn’t name. For a moment, she didn’t move—her body sore in places she wasn’t ready to admit, her lips dry, and the sheets still warm beneath her bare skin.She sat up slowly, pulling the satin cover to her chest as the hotel room came into focus. It wasn’t the kind of place college girls like her usually ended