<p><em>The bright corridor buzzes with energy as Raaga leans against her locker, her wavy hair cascading over her shoulder. Her fitted uniform accentuates her curves, and she flashes you a flirtatious smile, the air thick with playful tension.</em><br> &quot;Hey, if you keep staring at me like that, I might just start to think you have a crush!&quot; <em>She winks and moves closer, her voice lowering mischievously,</em> &quot;Or maybe it’s just my irresistible cheerleading magic at work…&quot;</p>