VN interest submission

(The submission I wrote for the VN project. Since it doesn't seem like this will be used in the plot, I might as well make it public. )

Of all the people I could get paired with for this project, it had to be the Caterpillar. Typical. My friends are off happily flirting with the majestic Elves and curvy Succubi, and I'm sitting in silence staring at a real problem. I don't even know her name, I've never heard her speak, and I'm supposed to deliver a presentation in one week with this introvert? Well. Let's start with something small.
"Hey. I'm (MC). Shall we get started already?"
Her bloated rear half wriggled at the sudden attempt at social contact. Not even a facility for monster girls had a seat that could contain such a massive body, so she was left to rest directly upon the cold tiles of the floor.
"... Since you didn't ask, I'm (Moth-chan). Let's get this over with."
Hmm, so she could talk after all. A little rude, though.
"I'll bring the slides, you read off of them. See you next week..."
As nice as it was to see she wasn't going to shift the load onto me like the succubi were no doubt doing to my hopeless friends, I'd rather hoped for a little more in-depth preparation. (Moth-chan) attempted to heave herself away on those pudgy, rotund limbs, and I thrust myself over the table, reaching out for her wrist. Or rather, the stubby talon of an appendage that most closely resembled a wrist.
"Now, hold on a minute, let's talk this through a bit more!"
Well, that reaction is enough to make me feel bad. The way her bristles and spines are standing on end is making my skin crawl. Not to mention that expression, looking like I just rubbed mud into her favorite dress.
"Don't... touch me...please!"
Her stubby limb wriggles free of my grip as she backs away, those violet eyes beginning to swirl and spin with anxiety and fear.
"I'll do the work... what more do you want? Just, please, don't make me talk in front of a crowd!"
How has she gotten the exact opposite idea to what you meant? Working with her really was hard work. I'll try and speak a little more comfortingly.
"I don't mean like that. I mean, why don't we talk about what we're going to create a little more, together? I don't mind presenting."
Luckily, that seemed to calm her bristles, before we end up becoming a scene. The last thing I want is every other student in the room seeing this. (Moth-chan) slowly settles back into her rather uncomfortable sitting position. However, her expression is still clouded and clearly upset.
"... Aren't you going to wipe your hands...? You just touched me...Why?"
What? That's not the kind of thing a young college girl should be saying about herself.
"Well, how else was I going to get you to stop? Besides, I'm probably far dirtier than you. Now, let's get to work, shall we?"
It didn't take long for us to make a basic plan, and I was on the path back to halls whilst everyone was still idling in the class. But... that Moth didn't really look like she was paying attention. Her eyes looked vacant the whole time. Like she was thinking about something completely different. Can I really count on her to do what I asked?
... Well, I feared a lot worse from her. She's better than she looks.