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What happened to Alice at the beginning of the story?
This choice affects Alice's health and some characters' attitudes towards her.
<<link [[She ended up naked under a table in a crowded cafeteria.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("good_morning", "main")>><</link>>
<<link [[She was assaulted in Room 4.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("room4", "main")>><</link>>
<<link [[She was whipped with a jump rope in the shower.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "resisted")>><</link>>
<<link [[Roxy spanked her with a towel.|alt_start_2]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "submit")>><</link>>
[[To main menu|Start]]How did the Halloween party end?
<<link [[I didn't play through this part|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice didn't participate in the "hunt"|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","skip")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice won!|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","win")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice lost.|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","lose")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice gave the victory to Sophie|alt_start_3]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party","sophie")>><</link>><<run setup.finish_scene("sophie_fixer","main")>>
How did Alice and Sophie's kitchen duty end?
<<link [[I didn't play through this part|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice did everything she was told and even ate a cucumber from Roxy's pussy.|alt_start_4]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","eat")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice and Sophie ended up naked on the table in the dark dining room with a cucumber in their asses.|alt_start_4]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","anal_join")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice refused to lick Denise's pussy, throwing Sophie under the bus.|alt_start_4]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","sophie_lick")>><</link>>
[[To main menu|Start]]Did you visit infirmary for the first time?
<<link [[No|alt_start_5]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Yes. Alice was polite and just waited.|alt_start_5]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro","wait_doctor")>><</link>>
<<link [[Yes. Alice looked behind the door.|alt_start_5]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro","look_behind_door")>><</link>>
<<link [[Yes. Alice stole the ointment.|alt_start_5]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro","still_ointment")>><</link>>Did you visit Mia for the first time?
<<link [[No|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Yes|alt_start_6]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("mia_fixer_intro","main")>><</link>>How did the card game ended?
<<link [[I didn't play through this part|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice humiliated herself in front of Roxy to appease her.|alt_start_7]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c4_mia","roxy_toy")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice waited out Roxy's anger in Mia's room.|alt_start_7]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c4_mia","mia_friend")>><</link>>What did Alice and Sophie do when they came to Roxy for "help"?
<<link [[I didn't play through this part|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>>
<<link [[They quickly ran out of the room and waited until Roxy finished having fun with Denise.|alt_start_8]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_private_party","avoid")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice joined Roxy and they gave Denise "double penetration".|alt_start_8]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_private_party","join")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice tried to protect Denise, but ended up getting stretched on the strapon herself.|alt_start_8]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_private_party","replace")>><</link>>What did Alice do at the party?
<<link [[I didn't play through this part|loc_alice_room]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice told Mai about drugs and waits for Roxy's arrest. |loc_alice_room]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party","branch_1_mia")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice decided to ask Laura for help.|loc_alice_room]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party","branch_2_laura")>><</link>>
<div class="dialogue"><div class="hint">The below story branches are not yet implemented and lead to dead ends. There's no point in choosing them - they're only here to simplify development and testing.</div></div>
<<link [[Alice did nothing.|loc_alice_room]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party","c5_branch_3_roxy")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice told Susan about the harassment.|loc_alice_room]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party","branch_4_inspection")>><</link>>
<<link [[Alice told Susan about the drugs.|loc_alice_room]]>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party","branch_5_stop_drugs")>><</link>>Waking up in the morning, Alice headed to the shower.
The sound of water could be heard from behind the door.
After leaving her things in the changing room and entering the shower area, Alice saw that other girls were already showering there.
<img src="images/shower_girls.png" alt="Girls in the shower" width="80%"/>
There were vacant shower spots available, but Alice felt uneasy about bathing surrounded by unfamiliar neighbors she had yet to meet.
<span class='thought'>Although what am I making up!
The other girls are showering and not feeling embarrassed.
So why should it bother me?
They don't even care about me at all!</span>
[[Calm down and shower|BadMorning_Shower_1]]Calming down, the girl started to wash herself.
<img src="images/shower_alice.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%"/>
The warm streams of water were soothing and relaxing.
<img src="images/shower_alice_back.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%"/>
After a few minutes, her bliss was interrupted by a painful slap on her butt.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
[[Turn around|BadMorning_Shower_2]]Alice quickly turned around and met Roxy's gaze.
<img src="images/shower_roxy.png" alt="Roxy in the shower" width="80%"/>
She was holding a rolled-up towel and smirking.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good morning, rebel!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What kind of stupid jokes are these!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What jokes? I promised you a worthy punishment yesterday. And here's the perfect opportunity. Come on, face the wall and stick out your butt! I'm just getting started.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Are you completely crazy?</div></div>
Alice was stunned by such audacity.
<span class='thought'>Does this psycho really think I'll let her spank me?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't waste time, rebel! I've decided that for yesterday's stunt, you'll get twenty towel strikes on your behind. Ten for each butt cheek. So come on, get into position and count loudly. Otherwise, I'll lose count and we'll have to start all over again.</div></div>
Alice looked around for an escape route.
Unluckily, Roxy was blocking her only path to the door.
<span class='thought'>Should I try to slip past her?</span>
However, remembering how easily Roxy caught her yesterday, the girl decided to discard this idea.
[[Continue|BadMorning_Shower_3]]Other girls began to gather around them, watching what was happening.
<img src="images/shower_other_girls.png" alt="Girls in the shower" width="100%"/>
<span class='thought'>Really, what am I thinking?
I just need to ask for help.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Girls, help me calm down this psycho! She's attacking me.</div></div>
Roxy turned to the neighbors and smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? Anyone want to calm me down?</div></div>
Some girls turned away, not wanting to get involved in a fight.
Others, on the contrary, came closer.
- Who is this anyway? - one of them asked. - I haven't seen her before.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This is our newcomer. She checked in last night. And immediately started to assert her rights.</div></div>
- A newcomer, huh... And with an attitude. Oh, I feel we're going to have some fun!
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yeah. We'll start having fun right now! Well, how long do I have to wait? Stick out your butt!</div></div>
Alice looked around in horror.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Girls, please don't!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Here's the deal, either you stay in position yourself and get limited to a couple dozen strikes, or you'll be held down. But then I'll have fun until I get bored.</div></div>
Alice pressed her back against the wall and looked around again.
Now several girls were blocking her way.
<span class='thought'>Damn...
Maybe I should scream?
Although I haven't seen anyone in the building except students.
I should have run while I had even a slight chance.
Or should I still risk it?
The door is just a few steps away.</span>
[[Try to escape|BadMorning_Escape]]
[[Submit to Roxy|BadMorning_Submit]]Deciding not to anger Roxy, Alice turned to face the wall, exposing her defenseless bottom.
<span class='thought'>Better to endure a little than find out what else might come into her sick head.
And the others... Bitches!
I hoped to find new friends here.
And they...
Just stand and watch as I'm humiliated!</span>
Resentment and anger overwhelmed Alice.
<span class='thought'>Well, I'll remember this!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why are you standing like a post? Hands on the wall! Stick your butt out!</div></div>
[[Get into position|BadMorning_Submit_2]]Thinking of plans for revenge, the Alice obeyed.
<img src="images/shower_alice_against_wall.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not like that, you idiot! Spread your legs! Wider! There... And arch your lower back!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Damn pervert!
How humiliating this is!</span>
[[Stick out butt|BadMorning_Submit_3]]Alice slightly changed her position.
<img src="images/shower_alice_bend_over.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/>
The girl perfectly understood that in this position, she was not only exposing her bottom to strikes but also giving an excellent view of her intimate areas to anyone who wanted to look.
And judging by the chuckles coming from behind her, the spectators appreciated the view.
<img src="images/shower_alice_bend_close_up.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better... Come on, start counting!</div></div>
There was a whistle of the towel, and Alice's bottom was seared with a sharp pain.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaouch!</div></div>
Alice jumped and grabbed her buttock. It felt like her skin had been doused with boiling water.
Several of the watching girls laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Did I allow you to move? I said stand still and count. I'll forgive you this time, but next time I'll add another ten strikes. Now quickly get back into position!</div></div>
Groaning, Alice turned back to the wall and arched her back.
[[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_4]]Whistle...
This time the strike burned the other half of her unfortunate bottom.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div>
With great effort, she managed to stay on her feet. Remembering, she quickly shouted:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Twoooo!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better.</div></div>
Roxy spanked her skillfully and unhurriedly.
She made uneven intervals between strikes, forcing the girl to freeze and tense up in anticipation of pain.
And each of her strikes was strong, sharp, and hit the target precisely.
After just a few minutes, Alice couldn't hold back her screams.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah! Enough!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We're only halfway through what you deserve!</div></div>
[[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_5]]And again, a whistle...
A couple of times Roxy stepped aside to wet the dried towel.
Alice had never thought that a strike from a simple piece of wet fabric could be so painful.
But in Roxy's skilled and strong hands, the towel worked like a whip, burning her skin again and again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, stop!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Stand still and count! Or I'll add another ten!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Another ten strikes...
I can't take it!</span>
Tears were streaming down the girl's cheeks.
Finally, she cried out in a hoarse voice the coveted number:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Twenty!</div></div>
[[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_6]]Slumping to the floor, Alice burst into tears.
<img src="images/shower_alice_cry.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/>
<span class='thought'>God, it hurts so much!
I won't be able to sit for a week!</span>
[[Check your bottom|BadMorning_Submit_7]]Arching her back, Alice looked at her bottom.
It was uniformly red and swollen.
<img src="images/shower_alice_spanked_ass.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="100%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I hope you've learned your lesson.</div></div>
Roxy tossed the towel aside and turned to her neighbors.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, girls? How did you like the show?</div></div>
- You did a great job as always, Roxy! - one of the girls laughed. - Her ass looks like a ripe tomato.
<span class='thought'>As always?</span>
Alice's thoughts caught on these words.
<span class='thought'>Does that mean she regularly abuses other girls?</span>
She carefully touched her swollen bottom.
<span class='thought'>Well...
How many times has she done this already?</span>
Alice thought that many girls before her had stood in the same humiliating position and counted strikes on their own bottoms.
For some reason, this made her feel less offended.
But it made her scared.
<span class='thought'>Where have I ended up?
How can I live and study here when they can abuse me like this?
And what should I do?
Complain to the teachers?</span>
However, something told her that if the teachers cared about this, they would have long ago stopped Roxy's antics.
But she seems to feel like she's in complete control here.
[[Continue|BadMorning_Submit_8]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, is it breakfast time?</div></div>
- Exactly! Time to go to the cafeteria! - other girls supported.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You come too, rebel. We'll sit, have a meal.</div></div>
Roxy laughed, and the others joined in her joke.
- Yeah! We'll sit, she'll stand.
- Indeed, she won't want to sit for a long time now!
Accompanied by laughter and playful banter, Roxy exited the shower room, her arms casually draped around two girls.
Alice's pain-clouded consciousness still noted that Roxy's hands were positioned much lower than where the girls' waists ended.
<img src="images/shower_hand_on_ass.png" alt="Hand on butt" width="80%"/>
<span class='thought'>That's a bit too intimate for friendship...</span>
Moving slowly and groaning, Alice also headed to the changing room.
Life goes on, and she hasn't had a bite to eat since yesterday.
<span class='thought'>Only I'll really have to eat breakfast standing up.</span>
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "submit")>>
<</silently>>
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
[[Continue|loc_alice_room]]
<</if>>Pushing off from the wall, Alice rushed towards the shower door.
Roxy tried to grab her, but the girl's body, still wet from the water, slipped out of her hands.
<span class='thought'>Just a couple more steps, and...</span>
But one of the girls standing behind her tormentor tripped her up.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
Alice slipped and fell on the wet floor.
<img src="images/shower_alice_fall.png" alt="Alice fell" width="80%"/>
She tried to get up, but Roxy had already stepped on her back, pinning her to the floor.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Where do you think you're running?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let me go!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Stay down!</div></div>
Roxy pressed harder on the girl.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I offered to do this the easy way, but you're being difficult again. Hold her down, girls!</div></div>
[[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_2]]Two girls rushed to Alice and stretched her out on the floor, pressing her arms and legs down with all their weight. The girl sitting on her arms painfully pressed her knees into Alice's shoulders, and Alice's head was trapped between her legs.
<img src="images/shower_holding_hands.png" alt="Girls' hands holding Alice" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No! Let me go!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course, we'll let you go. We just need to teach you a little lesson first. You're still too wild. How many strikes did I promise you? Twenty?</div></div>
Alice remained silent, but her eyes were literally glowing with anger.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, now you won't get off so easily. And I think I'll use something more interesting than a towel.</div></div>
She whispered something to one of the girls, who smirked and left the shower room.
[[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_3]]A couple of minutes later, she returned holding a jump rope. Roxy took it and swung it in the air a couple of times. The rubberized cord cut through the air with a frightening whistle.
In anticipation of the fun, Roxy stood next to Alice.
<img src="images/shower_roxy_rope.png" alt="Roxy holding the jump rope" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Have you ever been whipped with a jump rope? No? Mmm... Trust me, it's an unforgettable experience. You'll see now!</div></div>
Standing up, she twirled the jump rope in the air and landed its tip on the girl's bottom.
The strike didn't seem strong or fast, but Alice screamed out loud from the pain.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaaaah!</div></div>
It felt like the jump rope had torn the skin off her bottom, although only a red stripe remained at the point of impact.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How do you like it?</div></div>
The girl struggled to squeeze out the words:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It hurts! Please, no more!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So you liked it!</div></div>
Roxy swung again and delivered the next strike a little lower than the previous one.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaauch! Nooo! Stop!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We've only just begun!</div></div>
[[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_4]]Roxy gently stroked Alice's bottom, watching as the marks from the jump rope flared up.
<img src="images/shower_butt_mark.png" alt="Jump rope marks" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, stop! What do you want from me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You know, the stripes suit you! I think I'll turn you into a real zebra.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, please don't!</div></div>
The tormentor delivered the next strike.
Alice howled in pain, and then burst into cursing.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Bitch! Crazy fool! Are you completely insane?!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now, that's too much.</div></div>
Roxy twirled the jump rope in the air, making a whistling sound.
The girl flinched in fear but continued to curse.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You monster! I'll never forgive you for this!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Like I need your forgiveness. But you know...</div></div>
She leaned over the girl and looked into her eyes, wet with tears and anger.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I really don't like being insulted. So I'll have to occupy that dirty mouth of yours with something appropriate.</div></div>
She turned to her friends and smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Girls, bring something to stuff this mouth. I think you'll find something suitable in the dirty laundry basket.</div></div>
[[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_5]]A couple of girls left the shower and returned with a pile of colorful fabric pieces.
Looking closer, Alice realized that they were girls' panties.
<img src="images/shower_heap_of_panties.png" alt="Pile of panties" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Very convenient! You won't be able to curse anymore and you'll get acquainted with the taste of our pussies. You'd better get used to it quickly.</div></div>
She began to stuff the panties into the mouth of the resisting Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Wait, a couple more will definitely fit...</div></div>
When she finished, the girl's mouth was so tightly packed with girls' underwear, that she could barely breathe.
<img src="images/shower_panty_gag.png" alt="Panty gag" width="50%"/>
There was no way to spit out such a gag.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Excellent! Now let's continue.</div></div>
Roxy picked up the jump rope again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div>
[[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_6]]Each strike was wildly painful, and Alice kept moaning in pain. Roxy fulfilled her promise and methodically whipped the girl, delivering each strike slightly to the side of the previous one. The jump rope landed not only on her bottom but also on her back and thighs. The tender white skin alternated with swollen red stripes from the strikes.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">It turned out pretty cute!</div></div>
Roxy stepped back, admiring her work.
<img src="images/shower_zebra.png" alt="Alice after the whipping" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What do you think, girls?</div></div>
- A real zebra! - one of the girls laughed.
Alice cried silently. All her skin from neck to heels was on fire.
- It's missing a tail! - one of the girls noticed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yes, indeed.</div></div>
[[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_7]]Roxy licked the handle of the jump rope and began to push it into Alice's butt.
<img src="images/shower_whipped_insert.png" alt="Jump rope in the bottom" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div>
The plastic handle was too thick for the girl's virgin anus, and she moaned in pain again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yeah, come on, clench those cheeks! The harder you squeeze them, the more fun it is for me!</div></div>
Realizing that her efforts were only making things worse, Alice tried to relax, but it didn't help much. The handle went in tightly and very painfully. Several times Roxy pulled it out, spat on the tip, and drove it back into Alice's bottom. Eventually, this piece of plastic completely disappeared into the girl's intestines. Only the rubber cord was sticking out of the tightened anus.
<img src="images/shower_tail.png" alt="Tail" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now that's what we need! We have stripes, we have a tail.</div></div>
Roxy tugged on the cord sticking out of the girl's bottom.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Perfect! The job is done! Now we can go to breakfast!</div></div>
Cheerfully discussing what had happened, the girls left the shower room.
[[Continue|BadMorning_Escape_End]]Carefully getting on all fours and trying not to disturb her tortured skin, Alice began to remove the girls' panties from her mouth.
<span class='thought'>Just how many did she stuff in there!</span>
Finally, she spat out the last panties and lay exhausted on the wet floor of the shower.
<img src="images/shower_alice_after.png" alt="Alice lying on the floor" width="80%"/>
Her skin was hurting, and the jump rope handle in her bottom uncomfortably pressed on her insides.
<span class='thought'>How painful this all is!</span>
Now she pondered the bigger problem.
<span class='thought'>I need to get this damn jump rope out of my bottom!</span>
She pulled on the cord, but her tightened anus firmly held the handle inside her.
<span class='thought'>Damn, this is so unpleasant!
What if the handle breaks off? How will I get it out then?</span>
Frightened by this thought, Alice began to strain and finally managed to extract the foreign object from her bottom.
With difficulty, the girl made her way to one of the faucets, turned on the cold water, and put her striped skin under the icy streams. After a couple of minutes, the pain dulled, and she was able to go out to the changing room. After such a whipping, she wouldn't be able to sit, let alone sleep, on anything but her stomach.
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("bad_morning", "resisted")>>
<</silently>>
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
[[Continue|loc_alice_room]]
<</if>><img src="images/dorm_building.png" alt="Dormitory" width="80%" />
The dormitory turned out to be an old brick building.
Upon entering, Alice was surprised by the absence of a superintendent or any staff.
<span class='thought'>Strange...
I guess they think students can figure everything out on their own.
So I'll have to check in by myself.
Now, which room do I need?</span>
The girl quickly glanced at the invitation letter.
That's right! Room four.
Looking at the signs, she walked down one of the corridors.
[[Go to room 4|MeetRoxy]]Alice was already heading towards the right door when suddenly an unknown girl blocked her path.
<img src="images/roxy_grumpy.png" alt="Grumpy girl" width="50%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What are you doing here?</div></div>
Wow... The stranger's appearance was impressive.
Tall, sturdy, with brightly dyed hair.
And she was wearing tiny shorts and a crop top.
<span class='thought'>Hmm... Is it even allowed to walk around the university campus dressed like that?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! Are you deaf? Get out of here!</div></div>
[[Continue|dorm_check_1]]<span class='thought'>Maybe I'm in the wrong place?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Uh... I'm a student, looking for the dormitory. Can you tell me where it is?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">A student?</div></div>
The girl carefully looked Alice over.
<span class='thought'>I don't like her gaze. It's kind of... appraising.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, if you're a student, then check in. What's your name?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Alice.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I'm Roxy. I'm sort of the dorm leader here.
But you've got a problem, Alice. We don't have any free rooms.
So you'll have to stay here for now.</div></div>
She flung open a door without a number.
[[Look inside|Dorm_CheckIn_Inside]]<img src="images/bg_dark_room.png" alt="Closet" width="80%" />
It turned out to be some kind of closet, filled with junk and old furniture.
[[Well, okay, if there are no other options.|Dorm_CheckIn_Inside_Agree]]
[[But my letter says room number 4!|Dorm_CheckIn_Inside_Disagree]]<<run setup.update_relationships(5, 0, 0, 0)>>
<img src="images/roxy_top.png" alt="Roxy" width="80%" />
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's a good girl! I like obedient ones.</div></div>
Roxy looked Alice over once more and disappeared behind the door of one of the rooms.
The girl examined the shabby room.
<span class='thought'>How long will I have to live here?
I need to figure out how to move to a normal room.
It can't be that there are no free rooms in the dormitory!
After all, my letter says that the university provides a room. And even the number is specified!</span>
With these thoughts, Alice began to settle in for the night.
[[Sleep until morning|GoodMorning]]
[[Wait for night and move to your room|Room4]]<<run setup.update_relationships(-5, 0, 0, 0)>>
<img src="images/roxy_top_grumpy.png" alt="Roxy" width="80%" />
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So stubborn... I told you - there are no rooms available! Either live here or get lost.</div></div>
Alice tried to squeeze past Roxy to the door of her room.
But Roxy intercepted the girl and forcibly shoved her into the closet.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, you think you're so slick? I can quickly explain your place to you.</div></div>
<div id="dorm_check_in_inside_disagree">
<<link "Stay in the closet">>
<<replace "#dorm_check_in_inside_disagree">>
Making sure that Alice wasn't trying to escape, Roxy slammed the door shut from the outside.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See you later, rebel!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>I probably shouldn't stick my head out for now.
Tomorrow I'll figure out what's going on here. And why my room is occupied.
Or?..</span>
[[Sleep until morning|GoodMorning]]
[[Wait for night and move to your room|Room4]]
<</replace>>
<</link>>
<<link "Try to break free again">>
<<replace "#dorm_check_in_inside_disagree">>
<<run setup.update_relationships(-5, 0, 0, 0)>>
Unfortunately, Roxy was much stronger.
Knocking the Alice onto her back, she stepped on her, pinning her to the floor.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Look at how stubborn you are! Should I teach you a lesson right now, or save the fun for tomorrow?</div></div>
For a couple of seconds, she thought, examining the helpless girl lying in front of her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, I'll deal with you later. But don't expect to get away with this. I just haven't come up with a worthy punishment yet.</div></div>
Removing her foot from the girl, Roxy left the closet, slamming the door behind her.
<span class='thought'>What a bitch!
Well, never mind, I'll sort this out.
I'm supposed to have a room, so I'll live in it, not in this dump.</span>
With these thoughts, Alice began to settle in for the night.
[[Sleep until morning|BadMorning]]
[[Wait for night and move to your room|Room4]]
<</replace>>
<</link>>
</div>Having made up her mind, the girl carefully opened the dining room door and stuck her head inside.
...And immediately met Roxy's gaze.
<img src="images/good_morning_roxy.png" alt="Roxy in the dining room" width="80%"/>
She was sitting right across from the door and clearly waiting for Alice to peek inside.
As soon as she noticed the girl, Roxy exclaimed to the whole hall:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh! Here's our newcomer! What's your name again?.. Alice! Come in, we've been waiting for you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... I can't right now...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why not? What are you so shy about? I have something for you here.</div></div>
With these words, Roxy pulled out a backpack from under the table.
<span class='thought'>That's mine! She must have stolen my clothes too! What a bitch...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh well. If you're such a shy one... Girls, help her out.</div></div>
A couple of girls sitting at the table with Roxy stood up and headed towards Alice.
<span class='thought'>Phew! At least the problem is somewhat solved.
Now I'll get dressed, have breakfast, and then deal with all these idiotic jokes.
I need to get my things back from Roxy. And find out why and by whom my room is occupied.
I don't want to sleep in the closet for a second night!</span>
Making plans for the day, Alice somehow didn't realize that the approaching girls weren't carrying any clothes for her.
Noticing the grins on their faces, she suspected something was wrong, but didn't have time to react.
Two pairs of hands skillfully grabbed her and dragged her into the dining room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aah! Let me go! What are you doing?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We're not doing anything, sweetie. I'm just going to introduce you to your new friends. It's kind of impolite, you moved in yesterday and haven't met anyone yet.</div></div>
Roxy persistently pretended that nothing unusual was happening.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Here, girls, this is our new friend Alice.</div></div>
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_1]]She solemnly pointed at the naked girl, awkwardly trying to cover her intimate parts with her hands.
<img src="images/good_morning_alice_ashamed.png" alt="Alice naked in the dining room" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What do you think of her? In my opinion, she's a bit skinny, but quite pretty. But I think we'll help her. Proper nutrition and a healthy lifestyle will turn her into a real beauty.</div></div>
Alice looked around nervously.
It seemed that one of her nightmares had come true - being naked in a crowded place.
She had these nightmares several times, and always woke up in terror with her heart pounding.
And now it was happening in reality.
<span class='thought'>If only this were a dream!
I wish I could wake up in my bed and realize that all this was just a nightmare!</span>
Alas. This was reality.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_2]]She was standing completely naked in the center of the dining room, surrounded by her new neighbors.
Some buried their noses in their plates and pretended hard not to notice anything.
Others looked at her with curiosity.
A separate group of girls, sitting at the same table as Roxy, laughed and openly enjoyed the spectacle.
They loudly discussed Alice and laughed at her situation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Her tits are so small!</div></div>
- Come on, her tits are fine! - another girl objected. - You just don't consider anything smaller than a D-cup as breasts.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Well, I have the right to!</div></div>
She laughed and shook her prominent bust, squeezed into a tight top.
<img src="images/good_morning_boobs_girl.png" alt="Busty girl" width="80%"/>
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_3]]- But look how shy she is. She's all red already!
Alice's face indeed was flushed with shame.
Not only was she standing naked in front of a bunch of strangers, but they were also vulgarly discussing her.
And the most frustrating thing was that no one. NO ONE! rebuked these insolent brats.
Alice caught a couple of sympathetic glances, but no one stood up for her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Girls, what's wrong with you? Let our new friend tell us about herself. Where are you from, Alice? What are you into? What's your hobby? What kind of guys do you like?</div></div>
The girl, burning with shame, stood silently, ignoring the questions.
Roxy got up from the table and came closer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why aren't you saying anything? I'm curious! I think we're all interested in getting to know you better. Right, girls?</div></div>
The cronies at her table actively supported her.
- Yeah, come on, tell us!
- Especially about the guys! - one of them laughed. - What type do you prefer? How many have you had?
- Or are you into girls? Come on, don't be shy!
- She's definitely into girls! Look how she's blushing!
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Truly! Why are you so shy, Alice? We're all friends here!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I...</div></div>
The girl gathered her courage and blurted out:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, give me back my clothes. I'm very uncomfortable standing like this...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What's so uncomfortable about it? I'm telling you, we're all friends here!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>How can twenty-something strangers be "friends" to me?
Damn, when will this humiliation end?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What a modest girl we have here! She's even shy to show her tits. Look!</div></div>
[[Look at Roxy|GoodMorning_Canteen_4]]Roxy trippingly pulled off her top and threw it aside.
Her shorts and panties followed.
After that, Roxy climbed onto the table, showing off her muscular body to everyone.
<img src="images/good_morning_roxy_nude.png" alt="Roxy on the table" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See? Do you think this bothers me even a little bit?
Or do you think anyone's against it? Hey, girls, is anyone here against our little striptease?</div></div>
The only response was approving shouts from her friends.
One of them even blew Roxy an air kiss.
If any of the other students were against it, they preferred to stay silent.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? Are you more comfortable now?</div></div>
To her surprise, Alice realized that she did indeed feel calmer.
She was still burning with shame, but the fact that she wasn't the only one standing naked in the middle of the dining room made the situation less shocking.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now get your breakfast and sit at the table.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't want to... Can I just go?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, you can't. I told you that you need healthy nutrition.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Okay, I'll just get something and eat.
At least this way I'll attract less attention.</span>
[[Take food|GoodMorning_Canteen_5]]Approaching the table with dishes, Alice put something on her plate, not really bothering with the choice.
Then she hurriedly sat down at an empty table.
<img src="images/good_morning_alice_eating.png" alt="Alice eating" width="80%"/>
Two unfamiliar girls sat on either side of Alice, depriving her of the opportunity to escape from the table.
<img src="images/good_morning_three_girls_sitting.png" alt="View of three girls" width="80%"/>
And Roxy sat down opposite Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Enjoy your meal!</div></div>
Deciding not to anger this strange girl any further, Alice forced out:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Thank you.</div></div>
She calmed down a bit and started eating.
The breakfast turned out to be delicious, and the girls sitting on either side shielded her nakedness from prying eyes.
Only Roxy was openly staring at her breasts and smiling brazenly.
<span class='thought'>Well, let her. After all, she's sitting naked too. So we're on equal terms.</span>
Her treacherous mind immediately suggested that Roxy had undressed herself, of her own free will.
While Alice was first left without clothes, and then roughly dragged into the dining room.
And they even deliberately put her on display for everyone to see.
<span class='thought'>Okay, I have to live with them in the dorm for the next few years.
And shower in the communal bathroom. I'll see them all naked a hundred more times. And they'll see me too.
And there's nothing terrible about it.</span>
Alice continued to reassure herself, but the voice of logic in her head mercilessly noted that showering is one thing, and being displayed naked like a doll in a sex shop is something completely different.
And such a first impression is unlikely to improve her relationship with her new neighbors.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_6]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Tasty?</div></div>
Alice was distracted from her thoughts and was about to answer, but then she felt Roxy stroking her ankle with her foot.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Uhh...</div></div>
The girl was confused by the unexpected touch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Go on, eat, don't get distracted!</div></div>
Roxy continued to stroke her leg under the table.
Alice tucked her legs under the bench, trying to escape the unwanted caresses.
But Roxy just slid higher. Now her foot was gently stroking the girl's knee.
<img src="images/good_morning_knee.png" alt="Roxy stroking Alice's knee" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't like it.</div></div>
Roxy smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're just not used to it.</div></div>
Alice tensed at her words.
<span class='thought'>Not used to what?
To a brazen girl molesting me with her foot under the table?
While sitting naked in a dining room full of people?
I don't think I want to get used to that.</span>
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_7]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Relax, you'll like it.</div></div>
Roxy tried to push her foot between Alice's thighs, but she clenched her knees tightly, not letting her in.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I said, relax!</div></div>
Alice just shook her head negatively.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Looks like you need some help.</div></div>
She winked at the girls sitting on either side of Alice, and they firmly grabbed her knees and began to pull them apart.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be afraid, everything will be fine.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Damn, what should I do?
Scream? Will that help? After all, no one stood up for me when these bitches dragged me naked to the middle of the hall.</span>
Alice continued to clench her knees with all her might, while the girls were still trying to spread them.
Suddenly, one of them painfully pinched Alice's nipple.
<img src="images/good_morning_nipple_pinch.png" alt="Nipple pinch" width="50%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
From the unexpected pain, Alice lost concentration for a second, and her legs were immediately spread wide apart.
<img src="images/good_morning_spread_legs.png" alt="Caresses under the table" width="80%"/>
She no longer had the strength to close them back.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better!</div></div>
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_8]]Roxy's foot slid higher up Alice's thigh.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy, please stop!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, I'm just getting started!</div></div>
Alice tried to move back. But Roxy's friends were holding her knees firmly, not allowing her to move from her spot.
Looking down, she saw the neatly pedicured toes approaching her pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You have such soft skin... I like it.</div></div>
Roxy pressed her foot against the girl's crotch.
<img src="images/good_morning_touch_pussy.png" alt="Caresses under the table" width="80%"/>
Alice tried to press her butt more tightly against the bench, but the girls sitting on either side didn't allow her to do so.
They squeezed Alice between them, lifting her up slightly.
Now Roxy could reach her most intimate parts.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_9]]And she immediately took advantage of this, starting to play with the girl's pussy.
<img src="images/good_morning_toe_insert.png" alt="Caresses under the table" width="80%"/>
Alice realized that in a couple more minutes, this pervert would stick her toe into her vagina and fuck her right in the middle of the dining room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy, please stop. I don't want it like this...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No? How do you want it then?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I just don't want it. Why are you doing this? Do you really like it?</div></div>
Roxy smirked.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh, yes! I love this!</div></div>
She put her hand under the table and obviously started pleasuring herself.
And her big toe continued to slide between Alice's lips.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, no, no! Don't put it inside!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You want to deprive me of the most exciting pleasure?</div></div>
Her toe began to press harder, trying to penetrate inside.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't! It will hurt!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Trust me, it will feel very good.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">There's... Ouch! A nail!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That makes it even more interesting...</div></div>
Roxy stopped trying to impale the girl on her toe and just started caressing her pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, okay. I can be kind today. But what will I get in return?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">If I do as you want, then you have to do as I want.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Get under the table.</div></div>
Alice froze at such a proposal.
Roxy's toe immediately began to press on her pussy again.
<span class='thought'>Damn, damn, damn!
What a choice.</span>
Alice had no experience with lesbian relationships.
She had seen a couple of movies, but they seemed more boring than exciting to her.
But what Roxy was doing now seemed like complete madness.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, I agree.</div></div>
[[Get under the table|GoodMorning_Canteen_10]]Alice carefully slid off the bench under the table.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now lick! With all your passion!</div></div>
Resigned to the situation, Alice tried to approach Roxy's pussy.
But she pressed her foot against Alice's face and pushed her away slightly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How eager! Going straight for the tastiest part. You haven't earned that yet. Lick what I give you!</div></div>
Alice didn't immediately understand what Roxy wanted.
But she continued to rub her foot on the girl's face.
<span class='thought'>Does she want me to lick her... foot?</span>
The thought seemed strange, but that's clearly what she meant.
Alice timidly stuck out her tongue and ran it along Roxy's foot.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. Just like that, slow and gentle. And suck on the toes. They're all covered in your juices.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>This... this...
This seems even more humiliating!</span>
But it was too late to argue, and she began to lick and suck Roxy's toes.
<img src="images/good_morning_foot_lick.png" alt="Alice licking Roxy's toes" width="80%"/>
They were indeed covered with natural lubricant from her pussy.
It was strange and somehow... wrong.
The girl had never thought she would have to taste her own pussy.
Especially in such an unusual way.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Mmmm, yes, just like that!</div></div>
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_11]]Alice saw Roxy continue to pleasure herself, while she licked her foot.
<img src="images/good_morning_roxy_fingering.png" alt="Roxy pleasuring herself" width="80%"/>
It was cramped and uncomfortable under the table.
Roxy was pressing her foot against her face, not allowing her to move forward. So the girl's butt was sticking out defenseless on the other side of the table.
And the girls sitting there didn't miss such an opportunity.
They began to gently stroke Alice's cheeks.
<img src="images/good_morning_two_hands.png" alt="Two girls caressing Alice" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh, don't!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't get distracted.</div></div>
Roxy shoved her toes into her mouth, forcing her to be quiet.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_12]]And the girls continued to misbehave on the other side.
At first, they gently stroked her butt, getting closer and closer to her crotch.
Then one of them slightly slid her fingers along her folds.
And again...
And now they were caressing her with four hands, simultaneously stroking her buns, playing with her lips, and pressing on the tight ring of her anus.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm...</div></div>
Alice tried to voice her objection, but found herself silenced by Roxy's toes filling her mouth.
After a few minutes, the girl caressing her crotch removed her hand.
But before Alice could rejoice that they had left her alone, she felt breath on her pussy...
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_13]]A second later, a skillful tongue began to actively lick her labia.
<img src="images/good_morning_pussy_licking.png" alt="Girl licking Alice" width="80%"/>
<span class='thought'>Oh... How arousing this is.
Why is she doing this?</span>
The place, position, and situation as a whole were so unnatural that the girl's attempts to make her cum seemed absurd.
But the tongue working in her pussy was so experienced and inventive that the excitement grew with each second.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Aaaarrrr!</div></div>
Distracted by her own feelings, Alice had almost forgotten about Roxy, mechanically licking and sucking on her toes.
And Roxy's sharp cry as she reached orgasm came as a surprise to her.
The girl pleasuring Alice began to lick her pussy even more actively.
<span class='thought'>Aaauuuyyy! I can't take it anymore!</span>
A hot wave washed over Alice, and she moaned with pleasure.
The girl licking her slowed down but didn't stop, prolonging Alice's orgasm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaah...</div></div>
Finally, Alice fell exhausted to the floor.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_14]]For a couple of minutes, she lay there, coming to her senses.
And only then did thoughts start to form in her head.
It suddenly dawned on her that for the last few minutes, both Roxy and she herself had been loudly moaning and screaming.
This surely attracted the attention of everyone around.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! Are you alive down there? Come out!</div></div>
She didn't want to crawl out from under the table.
Alice couldn't imagine how she would look her neighbors in the eye now.
But sitting here was even worse and more foolish.
[[Crawl out|GoodMorning_Canteen_15]]So she carefully crawled out.
And immediately saw a group of girls watching her with interest.
Many had already left the dining room. Some still pretended not to notice anything.
But these girls clearly decided not to pass by.
<img src="images/good_morning_smiling_girls.png" alt="Smiling girls" width="80%"/>
- You've got a great ass! - one of them commented.
Then Alice realized that they hadn't just noticed what happened, but had specifically positioned themselves comfortably to observe the show in all its details.
They had been sitting there the whole time, admiring her charms sticking out from under the table.
And watching how a girl she didn't know skillfully brought her to orgasm with her tongue.
Alice turned bright red.
Noticing this, Roxy laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Look at that! She's still shy!</div></div>
- Maybe we should continue her initiation? - one of her friends suggested with a greedy smile.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on. That's enough for her today. But we'll definitely continue another time. She has such a sweet mouth!</div></div>
Roxy hugged the stunned Alice, pulled her close, and passionately kissed her lips.
Then she laughed and, without getting dressed, left the dining room.
Her friends followed her.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Canteen_16]]Alice stood there, shocked by what had happened and by her words.
<span class='thought'>Does this mean they're going to keep harassing me?
I don't want that!</span>
But the echoes of her intense orgasm told her that it wasn't so bad.
<span class='thought'>No!
This is disgusting, wrong, and humiliating!
And I won't agree to this again!</span>
Alice decisively picked up her things and began to quickly get dressed.
The same treacherous inner voice suggested to her that Roxy didn't really need her consent.
But she tried not to think about it and left the dining room, trying not to look at the few girls still sitting at the tables.
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Alice slept poorly.
The evening incident with the room had greatly spoiled her mood.
And lying on a pile of old clothes wasn't very pleasant either.
So she woke up late, unrested and exhausted.
<span class='thought'>A shower! The best way to come to my senses is a shower.</span>
With this thought, she went out into the corridor and set off to find the bathroom.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower]]Passing by a door labeled "Dining Room", the girl heard noise and loud conversations.
<span class='thought'>Looks like I almost overslept breakfast... I need to shower quickly and run for food.
What if they not only lack rooms here, but breakfast isn't available for everyone?</span>
Such gloomy thoughts made the girl's stomach growl, and she quickened her pace.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Common]]The shower was found at the end of the corridor. A small room in front of it served as a changing room for the girls.
After undressing and leaving her things there, Alice went into the shower.
To her surprise, instead of separate stalls, there was a common space with many showerheads protruding from the wall.
<span class='thought'>How inconvenient this is!
Good thing no one's here now.
I would be very uncomfortable standing naked in front of strangers.</span>
<img src="images/good_morning_shower.png" alt="Alice in the shower" width="80%" />
After quickly washing up, Alice returned to the changing room.
<span class='thought'>I hope breakfast isn't over yet. I need to hurry.</span>
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change]]She looked around for her clothes.
<span class='thought'>I thought I left them right here...
Did I get distracted and put my things somewhere else?</span>
She checked all the open shelves, but found nothing.
[[Check the lockers|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Locker]]<img src="images/good_morning_in_changing_locker.png" alt="Alice in the locker" width="80%"/>
The girl checked each door.
But they were all either locked or there was nothing behind them.
[[Check under the bench|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Bench]]<img src="images/good_morning_in_changing_under_bench.png" alt="Alice under the bench" width="80%"/>
Alice even looked under the bench.
But her things were nowhere to be found.
No clothes, no towel.
Even her slippers were gone.
<span class='thought'>What kind of stupid jokes are these!
I've heard about all sorts of pranks, but this is too much!
I can't go out into the corridor naked, can I?</span>
She searched the changing room and shower once more for anything she could cover herself with.
<span class='thought'>Damn, if only someone had left a towel!</span>
Unfortuantely, she couldn't find anything.
[[Peek into the corridor|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Corridor]]<img src="images/good_morning_in_changing_corridor.png" alt="Alice in the corridor" width="80%"/>
She peeked into the corridor looking for the pranksters who had taken her things.
But there was no one there.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! Stop joking! I know you can hear me! Give me back my clothes!</div></div>
Silence. Only the voices of girls having breakfast could still be heard from the dining room doors.
<span class='thought'>Well, okay. If there are no other options...
After all, it's a women's dormitory, there are no guys here, so nothing terrible.
I just need to run to my room, and there I'll get a change of clothes.
And then I'll find these pranksters and have a good talk with them. Or I'll complain to the teachers.</span>
With these thoughts, she ran down the corridor towards the closet where her things were left.
[[Run|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room]]<img src="images/good_morning_running.png" alt="Alice running naked" width="80%"/>
Alice expected one of the room doors to open and the troublemakers who had staged this prank to appear.
<span class='thought'>Probably better not to show that this situation embarrassed me.
Otherwise, I won't get rid of the mockery later.
Although I doubt I'll be able to maintain a proud look while standing naked in the middle of the corridor.</span>
However, not a single door opened, and no one jumped out at her.
Safely reaching the closet, Alice discovered...
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room_Empty]]That the things she had left there had also disappeared.
Moreover, everything that could be used to cover herself had been removed from the room.
Even the pile of old clothes Alice had slept on at night was gone.
<span class='thought'>Well, this is too much!</span>
Making her run naked down the corridor was already a cruel joke.
But leaving her without any clothes at all - this is something beyond adequacy.
In confusion, Alice sat down on the floor in the empty room.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room_Empty_Sit]]<img src="images/good_morning_sitting_on_floor.png" alt="Alice sitting on the floor" width="80%"/>
<span class='thought'>And what to do now?
Run around naked in the rooms and ask who stole my clothes?
Although...
I could just go into the nearest room, explain the situation and ask for something to wear temporarily.
I think the girls will understand and help.
And then I'll look for the prankster who did this.
It must be that bitch Roxy from yesterday!</span>
With a determined look, Alice went back out into the corridor and knocked on the door of the nearest room.
Silence.
No one answered her.
<span class='thought'>They're probably still at breakfast.</span>
Just in case, she tried the door, but it was locked.
Approaching the next door, Alice knocked again.
And again no one answered, and the door wouldn't open.
The girl began to worry.
When she checked the doors of all the rooms, her worry turned into panic.
[[Continue|GoodMorning_Shower_Change_Room_Panic]]<img src="images/good_morning_standing_in_corridor.png" alt="Roxy in the shower" width="80%"/>
She stood completely naked in the middle of the dormitory corridor.
She can't enter any of the rooms to cover herself with anything.
And there are only two doors left she can go to - the exit to the common hall and the dining room.
<span class='thought'>The dining room...</span>
The thought of appearing naked in front of a crowd of breakfasting neighbors didn't please her.
But going out to the common hall is definitely not a good idea. There could be male students, teachers, and completely strangers.
<span class='thought'>Damn, what should I do?
Sit here and wait?
Hide back in the closet where I slept last night?
What's the point? I'll have to come out sooner or later anyway.
It's better to carefully peek into the dining room. So that it's not visible that I'm naked. And call someone for help.
It's unpleasant too, but better than ending up with a bare ass in front of everyone!</span>
[[Carefully peek into the dining room|GoodMorning_Canteen]]After waiting for several hours and making sure no sounds were coming from behind the door, Alice grabbed her things and snuck out of the closet.
<span class='thought'>Time to move to a proper place!
I'm not going to live in this dump!
And I'm certainly not going to listen to this Roxy! Who is she anyway? Just another student like me!
There's no reason for her to try to boss me around and set her own rules here!</span>
The thought that things might not be so simple was still nagging at the back of her mind.
But the girl felt it was better to show some backbone right away and not allow herself to be pushed around.
After all, people like Roxy love to find silent victims and then bully them.
Just for fun.
<span class='thought'>Well, not with me! Those tricks won't work on me!</span>
Sneaking up to the door with the coveted number 4, the girl listened carefully.
No sounds.
<span class='thought'>Well, let's try to open it.</span>
The door wasn't locked.
<span class='thought'>Perfect!</span>
[[Sneak to the room|Room4_1]]The room turned out to be clean and spacious. With necessary furniture including a twin bed.
And, of course, there was no one here.
<img src="images/room4_interior.png" alt="Room 4" width="80%"/>
<span class='thought'>I knew it!
This must be some kind of prank. Or a test for newcomers.
Good thing I didn't fall for it!
I can imagine how everyone would laugh tomorrow if I had spent the night in the closet!</span>
Throwing her things in the corner of the room, Alice stretched out on the comfortable bed.
<span class='thought'>Now that's more like it!
We'll see tomorrow who'll be laughing at whom!</span>
With these thoughts, the girl fell asleep.
[[Sleep|Room4_Morning]]Alice woke up from an unexpected weight suddenly pressing down on her.
Opening her eyes, she found Roxy sitting on top of her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What the...</div></div>
The girl wanted to swear but stopped mid-word, realizing that Roxy was completely naked.
<img src="images/roxy_topless.png" alt="Roxy" width="50%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, well, well... Who do we have here being so bold?</div></div>
Roxy squirmed, making herself more comfortable and pressing the fragile Alice even harder into the bed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What does all this mean?!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You tell me. Where did I tell you to sleep? Care to explain what you're doing here?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">This is my room! I live here!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, this is not your room. You live in the closet. And this is our room for privacy. You know, sometimes girls need to be alone. Or with a friend. ...or with a girlfriend.</div></div>
She stared intently into Alice's eyes.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Do you understand what I'm talking about?</div></div>
She lifted herself slightly and then dropped down sharply on Alice, making her gasp.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And here I come early in the morning, expecting to have a pleasant time. And lo and behold! The newly arrived freshgirl decided to take over the only single room! So what do you suggest I do?</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What an idiotic situation...
I need to get rid of her quickly, and then figure things out.</span>
[[Continue|Room4_2]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I can switch with someone else if it's so important... Even with you! You can have this room, and I'll live with some roommate, if I must.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">"If you must"? How generous!</div></div>
Roxy burst out laughing.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I'm asking you what I should do right now? I had some plans, you know...</div></div>
From somewhere behind her back, she pulled out a large pink vibrator and waved it in front of Alice's nose.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? Any suggestions?</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Damn, what's wrong with her?</span>
Heavy breathing, a wild gleam in her eyes, and...
The stomach that Roxy was pressing her crotch against felt very hot and wet.
<span class='thought'>Oh, shit... She's aroused to the point of being crazy!
I need to get out of here quickly, or this could go too far!</span>
Alice had heard about all kinds of inappropriate relationships in girls' dormitories, but she sincerely considered them to be the fantasies of sexually constipated boys.
But the naked Roxy sitting on top of her, waving a vibrator in front of her face and clearly not accidentally rubbing her pussy against her stomach...
This was not a fantasy, but a damn crazy reality.
A wave of fear and anger washed over her.
[[Try to escape|Room4_3]]Alice jerked, trying to slip out from under the uninvited rider.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Where do you think you're going?</div></div>
Roxy only pressed her harder into the bed and slapped her cheek with the vibrator.
It didn't hurt, but it was humiliating.
<span class='thought'>Calm down, calm down, calm down...
I'm in a dormitory, there are plenty of other girls here.
I can call for help at any moment.</span>
She tried to reason with Roxy in the calmest tone she was capable of right now.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't be silly. You've had your joke, now that's enough. I'm going to scream now, other students will come running, and you'll be in trouble.</div></div>
However, Roxy just laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Seriously?</div></div>
She turned towards the door and shouted loudly:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey, girls! Help! Someone! Help!</div></div>
[[Continue|Room4_4]]The door immediately swung open, and several girls appeared on the threshold.
<img src="images/room4_girls.png" alt="Girls in the room" width="80%"/>
They stared in bewilderment at the scene opened up before them.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We have a newcomer here trying to assert her rights. I suggest we teach her some manners.</div></div>
To Alice's horror, the girls smiled and approached the bed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, where shall we start?</div></div>
Realizing that the situation had become even worse, Alice struggled with all her might, trying to break free.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, no, no!</div></div>
Somehow she managed to throw Roxy off herself, but the other girls grabbed her and didn't let her run out of the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How agile! Hold her tight!</div></div>
A couple of minutes of futile struggle only resulted in Alice becoming exhausted.
[[Continue|Room4_5]]Now she was lying on her back on the bed, with the girls firmly holding her arms and legs, preventing her from moving.
<img src="images/alice_on_bed.png" alt="Alice on the bed" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Let's start the fun!</div></div>
Roxy sharply yanked Alice's bra, tearing it off the girl.
Next, she just as mercilessly tore off her panties.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oww!</div></div>
The fabric of the panties painfully dug into the girl's pussy before tearing to shreds.
[[Continue|Room4_6]]<img src="images/alice_nude.png" alt="Alice naked" width="80%"/>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What did you think, that I was joking with you?
This is just the beginning. Now you're going to behave like a very good girl. One who REALLY wants to please her friend. And if not...</div></div>
Roxy turned on the vibrator and waved it in front of Alice's nose again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And if not, I'll fuck you with this thing in all your holes! Understood?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... I...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And believe me, you'll be walking bow-legged for a week after this!</div></div>
The frightened Alice examined the toy.
<span class='thought'>A couple of inches in diameter...
And with some kind of bumps...
My pussy can't handle that!</span>
The thought that Roxy had promised to shove this monster into ALL of Alice's holes made the girl desperate and caused her to reflexively clench her buttocks.
This movement didn't escape Roxy's notice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you've got the point.</div></div>
She smiled predatorily.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now get your little tongue ready, it has a lot of work to do.</div></div>
With these words, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over the girl's face.
Before Alice could realize what was happening, Roxy lowered herself, pressing her head into the pillow with all her weight.
Not expecting this, Alice started to thrash about, trying to take a breath. But her nose and mouth were trapped by Roxy's crotch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmmm!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What? You already like it? I knew it!</div></div>
Roxy lifted herself slightly, allowing the girl to breathe.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now get to work!</div></div>
[[Continue|Room4_7]]Alice stared in horror at the sight before her.
<img src="images/roxy_ass.png" alt="Roxy's ass" width="100%"/>
Roxy's pussy was wet and glistening with arousal. And the tightly clenched star of her anus was just in an inch from Alice's nose.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well! How long do I have to wait? Or do you need more motivation?</div></div>
[[Continue|Room4_8]]Roxy pressed the vibrator tightly against Alice's crotch and started to push on it, trying to shove this monster into her pussy.
<img src="images/pd_insert.png" alt="Insertion" width="100%"/>
The girl cried out.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch! Stop! Don't!</div></div>
Not waiting for Roxy to impale her on the giant toy, Alice stuck out her tongue and began to lick Roxy's lips.
They were soft and smooth.
The pungent smell and taste of natural lubricant filled Alice's mouth.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better!</div></div>
The assailant stopped pushing the vibrator into the girl, but left it pressed tightly against Alice's crotch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, work more actively!</div></div>
[[Continue|Room4_9]]Alice tried not to think about what was happening and just do what Roxy ordered her to do.
<img src="images/on_face.png" alt="On face" width="80%"/>
She heard giggles from the girls holding her down, but she ignored them.
<span class='thought'>I just need to get through this...
And think about something else...</span>
[[Use imagination|Room4_10]]She tried to imagine that she was licking not the pussy of an arrogant assailant, but something tasty and sweet.
<span class='thought'>Ice cream?
No, doesn't taste like it.
Maybe oysters? I've never tried them, but maybe they're like this...</span>
And she began to imagine that she was tasting an unknown delicacy.
<span class='thought'>The taste is strange...
But people eat all kinds of exotic things, so why can't I?</span>
She almost managed to detach herself from what was happening and convince herself that she was just tasting an unusual dish.
But Roxy's comments brought her back to reality.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh! I feel you're getting into it! Come on, dive your tongue deeper!</div></div>
Alice obediently stretched out her tongue as far as she could and began to plunge it into Roxy's dripping hole.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yes! Keep it up! Mmmm...</div></div>
Roxy started moving her hips, trying to impale herself deeper on her tongue.
Because of this, Alice's nose was again pressed against the assailant's anus and she began to suffocate.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div>
Roxy lifted herself up, allowing her to take a quick breath, and then lowered herself onto her face with all her weight again.
All this time she kept the vibrator pressed tightly against the girl's crotch, and Alice felt that, against her will, her own pussy was starting to get wet.
Roxy didn't deny herself the pleasure of commenting on this.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you're getting into it! That means it's time to move on to the main event.</div></div>
She shifted back slightly, positioning her clit under Alice's tongue.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And to make it more fun for you...</div></div>
Roxy pressed the vibrator against Alice's pussy sweet spot and began to rock it from side to side.
A wave of sharp pleasure washed over the girl.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ah...</div></div>
[[Continue|Room4_11]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't you dare cum before me!</div></div>
Alice, lost in her own sensations, didn't hear her words and even stopped licking.
In response to this, Roxy moved the vibrator away and sharply flicked the girl's pleasure spot with her finger.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
The sudden pain that replaced the pleasure brought Alice back to her senses.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I said, don't you dare cum before me! I'll punish you!</div></div>
Roxy pressed the vibrator back, but Alice had already come to her senses.
She began to work diligently with her tongue, trying to distract Roxy from her pussy.
<span class='thought'>Hold on...
Don't think about what's happening...
Can't cum before her...
I don't even want to think about what kind of punishment this pervert will come up with...
Don't think about the vibrator...
Lick faster...
Don't think...
Lick...</span>
Focusing on these thoughts, Alice missed the moment when Roxy squeezed her head with her thighs, and the lube from her pussy flowed even more strongly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yesssss!</div></div>
Roxy arched her back, lowered herself onto her victim's face, again cutting off her breathing.
...And forcefully pressed the toy against Alice's pussy.
[[Loose control|Room4_12]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div>
The girl's body literally exploded from the orgasm that overwhelmed her.
And the inability to take a breath turned it into madness.
Stretching, Roxy finally got off the girl's face and removed the vibrator.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad. But you need to practice. How long did we take?</div></div>
She looked at the wall clock.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Almost ten minutes?! You definitely need to practice!</div></div>
Alice lay on the bed, stretched out by her arms and legs by her new roommates.
Her body was still twitching from the orgasm, and her face was covered with Roxy's secretions.
Her tongue was numb and barely moved.
She didn't even understand what the assailant was talking about.
[[Continue|Room4_13]]...until Roxy took the place of one of the girls holding her down.
And that girl pulled off her panties and positioned herself over the helpless Alice's face...
<img src="images/next_ass.png" alt="Next" width="100%"/>
<span class='thought'>I can't...
I just can't anymore...</span>
However, the assailants were indifferent to her thoughts.
Each was going to get her share of pleasure from the tortured girl today.
[[Continue|Room4_14]]When the second girl climaxed intensely, smearing Alice's face with her fluids, a third one took her place.
<img src="images/next_one.png" alt="Next girl" width="100%"/>
With difficulty moving her tired tongue, Alice brought her to orgasm as well.
<span class='thought'>I hope this nightmare will end now...</span>
[[Continue|Room4_15]]But the next girl was already positioning her pussy on Alice's face.
<img src="images/next_two.png" alt="Next girl" width="100%"/>
[[Is that all?|Room4_16]]And another one followed...
<img src="images/next_three.png" alt="Next girl" width="100%"/>
Then Alice stopped counting.
They just sat on her face and demanded her to lick.
When Alice stopped moving her numb tongue, they pinched her nipples, labia, and clit.
When even this stopped eliciting a reaction, they just squirmed their crotches against her lips and nose.
[[When will this ever end?|Room4_17]]Only after several hours they did leave her alone.
Absolutely exhausted.
With her face thickly covered in saliva and secretions.
<img src="images/alice_after_room4.png" alt="Alice after room 4" width="80%"/>
And with a completely empty head, in which not a single thought remained.
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("room4", "main")>>
<</silently>>
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
[[Continue|loc_alice_room]]
<</if>><<silently>>
<<set $content_available.halloween to false>>
<</silently>>
Leaving her room, Alice immediately ran into Sophia.
<img src="images/c2_sophie_cat.png" alt="c2_sophie_cat" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hi, Alice! Want to join us?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Where are you going?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">The girls say one of the sports halls is allocated for a party.
There will be treats, a costume contest, and apparently some other games.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds tempting, but I don't have a costume.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Just come as you are! They won't kick you out.
Even if you can't participate in the contests, you can at least watch and have fun.</div></div>
Her own costume was also simple - the girl limited herself to fake cat ears and an old-fashioned shirt.
Alice thought about it. The idea of relaxing and coming to her senses seemed interesting to her.
<span class='thought'>I should have at least some student life!
With parties and fun.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">If that's allowed, I'd be happy to go.</div></div>
[[Go with Sophia|c2_halloween_party_2]]They left the dormitory and headed towards the sports building through the university park.
<img src="images/c2_halloween_park.png" alt="c2_halloween_park" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't think the university would prepare so much for the holiday.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">The administration sometimes allows students to throw parties and decorate the territory.
The main thing is that everything is put in order afterwards.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So the students did all this themselves?</div></div>
Alice felt uncomfortable.
<span class='thought'>I should probably participate in such events.
Otherwise, the girls might think I'm deliberately avoiding everything.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Don't worry about it!
This time we didn't do anything.
Just one of the golden students decided to throw a party and paid for decorating the campus.
I think the party will be fun. With good treats and gifts.</div></div>
Alice was surprised.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Does that happen? I thought they only made life miserable for regular students.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Everyone loves to have fun. Of course, this wasn't done specifically for us, but since they decided not to have a closed party and instead throw a celebration for everyone - let's take advantage of it.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>This seems suspicious somehow...</span>
In any case, as they talked, they had already approached the sports hall.
[[Enter inside|c2_halloween_party_3]]The hall was still almost empty. Apparently, students were just starting to gather.
Sophie approached one of the tables with treats standing by the wall and took several bright candies.
She immediately offered one of them to Alice.
<img src="images/c2_sohpie_lollypop.png" alt="c2_sohpie_lollypop" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Want a lollipop?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It looks kind of strange...</div></div>
Shrugging, Sophie licked the candy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I like it!
What difference does it make what shape it is if it's tasty?</div></div>
Alice, starting to suspect something, walked around the hall, looking at the decorations and treats on the tables. Among the quite ordinary Halloween pumpkins and skeletons, there were suspiciously many things carrying sexual undertones.
She was especially impressed by the pies.
<img src="images/c2_food.png" alt="c2_food" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Well... The cook really tried. It's immediately clear what he meant. You can't mistake it.</span>
However, the pinnacle of the culinary master's skill was a large cake with a giant penis sticking out of its center.
<img src="images/c2_penis_cake.png" alt="c2_penis_cake" width="80%">
Alice froze, examining such a decoration.
<span class='thought'>I think I'm starting to guess who the main organizer of this holiday is.</span>
At that moment, a bright light came on in the hall.
[[Turn around and check what's happening there|c2_halloween_party_4]]Roxy entered the hall, smiling contentedly.
<img src="images/c2_roxy_in_suit.png" alt="c2_roxy_in_suit" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Well, of course. Who else could arrange such a thing?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, girls? Do you like my party?
Don't fill up on sweets - the most interesting part is just beginning.</div></div>
Not really listening to Roxy's words, Alice was examining her costume.
<span class='thought'>I wonder if this is some kind of cosplay, or did she just decide to dress as slutty as possible?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So, the main contest today is witch hunting!
Participants put on costumes, sit on broomsticks, and run around in a circle, jumping over pumpkins.
And the hunters, of course, led by me, will catch them. The one who stays on the broom the longest wins.
Who wants to participate?</div></div>
Everyone was silent, clearly expecting a catch. And it didn't take long to reveal itself.
Some girl in an inquisitor costume brought a pile of brooms and dumped them on the floor.
[[Take a closer look at the brooms|c2_halloween_party_5]]<img src="images/c2_dildo_broom.png" alt="c2_dildo_broom" width="80%">
Just glancing at one of the brooms, Alice decided that she definitely wouldn't participate in this. Right in the middle of the broom handle stuck out a rubber dildo.
<span class='thought'>Voluntarily impale myself on this thing and run around the hall, amusing the spectators?
No, thank you!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, girls! Grab the brooms and let's fly!
And don't forget to put on costumes! You can't without them! I didn't buy so many for nothing!</div></div>
She pointed to a pile of boxes standing nearby.
As expected, no one responded to her offer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, are you all cowards and prudes?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ok, why not?</div></div>
One of the girls stepped forward and, grabbing a box with a costume, ran off to change.
It seemed to be one of Roxy's sidekicks.
<span class='thought'>Well, they'll do anything to amuse their mistress.</span>
However, no one else expressed a desire to participate in the contest.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're boring.
Okay, I'll add prizes for you. The most agile participant who stays on the broom the longest will receive 500 dollars and one passed test. Any. I'll personally arrange it with the necessary professor. And a hundred bucks for each participant as consolation.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I agree!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I didn't doubt you, kitten!</div></div>
Alice looked at Sophia in surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Are you crazy?</div></div>
She just shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">500 bucks and a passed test. It's worth it.
Come on, join in!</div></div>
Sophie also ran off to change.
<span class='thought'>Jump around the hall with a dildo in my pussy?
Although... Every passed test brings closer the day when I'll get out of this madhouse. And the money isn't small.</span>
[[Join the contest|c2_halloween_party_accept]]
[[No way, I'd rather be a spectator|c2_halloween_party_reject]]Roxy's friend was the first to return from the changing room.
<img src="images/c2_dennis_costume.png" alt="c2_dennis_costume" width="80%">
The costume was clearly too small for her - the short skirt barely covered her pussy, and the corset was almost bursting on her large breasts.
However, the girl was clearly not embarrassed by this. With a cheerful smile, she approached the pile of brooms and began to choose a suitable one. In the end, she took the one with the biggest dick.
Alice was shocked by such a size. Even Roxy doubtfully commented on the girl's choice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, you have quite an appetite, Dennis! Won't you burst?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">It's just right! If I don't win, at least I'll get some pleasure.</div></div>
With these words, she began to settle on the broom.
Roxy laughed, looking at her haste.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You could at least wait for the other girls!
We can't start the contest with just one participant.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Let them hurry up. While they're fussing, I'll have time to not only take all the prizes but also cum a couple of times.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Can she really fit that monster inside herself?</span>
[[Watch what's happening|c2_halloween_party_reject_2]]Despite Dennis's bravado, it wasn't easy for her to take in the huge dildo. Her short skirt rode up, showing the viewers in detail how tightly the toy was entering her pussy.
<img src="images/c2_dennis_dildo.png" alt="c2_dennis_dildo" width="80%">
The huge dick mercilessly stretched the girl, slowly moving deeper. Finally, after an overly sharp movement, Denise couldn't take it anymore.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ouch!
Can I change the broom?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No way! Come on, friend, since you showed off so much, now show what you're capable of.</div></div>
Denise continued to stretch her own hole. Grimacing from pain and occasionally moaning, she still pushed the toy to a sufficient depth.
The other girls wisely chose brooms with the smallest "attachments".
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Everyone ready?
On your marks! Get set! Go!</div></div>
At Roxy's command, the witches ran around the hall, jumping over pumpkins scattered here and there. A couple of seconds later, Roxy and several girls in inquisitor costumes rushed after them.
To Alice's surprise, the scrawny and short Sophie was doing better than everyone else. She skillfully dodged the hands of the pursuers, maneuvering between pumpkins and not allowing herself to be caught.
But the outsider, as expected, was Dennis. The giant dildo stretched her pussy, forcing her to move bow-legged and giving no chance to escape from the "hunters". So very soon one of the pursuers caught up with her and, pushing her in the back, pulled the broom out from under the girl.
[[Continue|c2_halloween_party_reject_3]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaauuch!</div></div>
Unable to keep her balance, Denise fell to the floor. Her pussy, from which the huge toy had just been roughly pulled out, looked ravaged and stretched.
<img src="images/c2_dennis_gap.png" alt="c2_dennis_gap" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">It hurts!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What were you thinking with when you chose the broom?
No need to answer, I'm looking at what you use instead of a brain right now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Owww...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Okay, don't moan. We'll comfort you in the evening.</div></div>
And she ran to catch the remaining little witches. They were much more agile than Dennis, but running away from the trained Roxy, and with such unusual brooms between their legs, was extremely difficult.
In the end, the hunters managed to catch everyone. Fortunately, except for Dennis, the others got away without injuries.
And to Alice's surprise, Sophie managed to hold out the longest.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, that's it.
Congratulations to the winner! Five hundred from me and a passed test. The rest get a consolation hundred each.</div></div>
Roxy looked at Dennis's suffering face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Okay, you also get a medical center visit on my account and healing caresses for the next couple of days.
And now let's eat the treats!</div></div>
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "skip")>>
<</silently>>
[[Move on to the treats|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]Deciding that Sophie was right and the reward was worth it, Alice changed into a witch costume.
<img src="images/c2_halloween_alice_witch.png" alt="c2_halloween_alice_witch" width="80%">
She tried to choose the most modest one, but even it was too revealing.
The black blouse tightly hugged her breasts, making them bulge out of the deep neckline, the short pleated skirt had slits up to the waist. And the contest conditions didn't allow the use of underwear.
<span class='thought'>Well, Roxy, you horny pervert!
In such an outfit, no matter how careful I am, I'll constantly be flashing my charms.</span>
However, she was still lucky. One girl's costume came down to a witch's hat and a long skirt with slits. And in such an outfit, running away from hunters will be not only shameful but also inconvenient.
<img src="images/c2_halloween_witch_1.png" alt="c2_halloween_witch_1" width="80%">
Another little witch was dressed in a skirt with a huge cut, opening the view of her pussy to all spectators.
<img src="images/c2_halloween_witch_2.png" alt="c2_halloween_witch_2" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What beauties you are for me!</div></div>
Roxy openly examined the embarrassed girls.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why are you frozen? To the brooms!</div></div>
[[Pick up a broom|c2_halloween_party_accept_2]]Realizing that there might be the same trick with the brooms as with the costumes, the girls rushed to grab the "vehicles". As Alice suspected, the brooms differed not only in appearance but also in the size of the dildos attached to them. She quickly grabbed one where the toy was smaller.
But even pushing it into a dry pussy was not easy.
<span class='thought'>What must it be like for the girls who got the big ones?</span>
The answer to her thoughts were the moans and suffering faces of girls trying to impale themselves on huge dry dildos.
<img src="images/c2_halloween_girl_insert.png" alt="c2_halloween_girl_insert" width="80%">
After a few minutes, they finally managed to accomplish this task.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ready?</div></div>
Roxy looked over the girls standing with brooms between their legs.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">On your marks!
Get set!
Go!</div></div>
The witches rushed forward, running between the pumpkins scattered around the hall.
[[Let's go!|PumpkinRunMiniGame]]Use arrow keys to move the witch avoiding the pumpkins.
<div>
<canvas id="RunMiniGameCanvas"
data-lanes="3"
data-object-image="images/icon_pumpkin.png"
data-player-image="images/icon_witch.png"
data-win-passage="PumpkinGameWin"
data-lose-passage="PumpkinGameOver"
width="500"
height="500">
</canvas>
</div><div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Oops, you lost!
Ok, I understand that you might not have been ready.
Do you want to try again?
Use the arrow keys on the keyboard to move and avoid the pumpkins. And don't rush, there's more than enough space between the pumpkins. You are more likely to catch the top of the pumpkin that you think you've already passed than to run into the next one.</div></div>
[[Yes! I didn't get how to play.|PumpkinRunMiniGame]]
[[No, it was fair game|PumpkinLoseAccept]]All of Alice's attention was focused on not tripping and not dropping the broom. With every movement, the silicone penis stuck in her jerked from side to side, as if entering her at the most incredible angles. She once again was glad that she managed to grab a broom with a small dildo.
<span class='thought'>I can't imagine what would have happened to me if I had gotten a bigger toy.
It would have just wrecked my poor hole!</span>
Suddenly, Alice realized that of all the players, only she and Sophie were left. Sophie was already completely exhausted and barely moving. The huntresses were encircling them in a semicircle, preparing to catch the last prey and end the game.
<span class='thought'>If I run to the side right now, they won't have time to react and will grab Sophie, not me.</span>
[[Dodge the pursuers|PumpkinGameWin_Alice]]
[[Allow yourself to be caught|PumpkinGameWin_Sophie]]Alice feinted to one side before sprinting full speed in the opposite direction. This maneuver gave her very sharp and unpleasant sensations in her groin, but her trick worked. The huntresses didn't pursue the too nimble girl and instead all rushed at the hesitating Sophie. As soon as their hands closed on the girl, she let go of the broom and slightly spread her legs, allowing the dildo to slip out of her pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Looks like we have a winner!</div></div>
Everyone stared at Alice, who had managed to run away from the huntresses.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Are you going to stand there with the broom between your legs?
No, I'm not rushing you. If you need a few more minutes to get pleasure - we'll wait.</div></div>
Coming to her senses, Alice carefully pulled out the toy. It turned out to be wet and slippery from her juices.
Roxy immediately commented on this fact.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ah, you've already cum? You're so quick!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I didn't...</div></div>
Alice wanted to object, but realized that any words would only give reason to joke about her longer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, since everyone's finished, I suggest we move on to the sweets.
And don't forget to collect your prizes after the party!</div></div>
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "win")>>
<</silently>>
[[Continue|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]Deciding to give the victory to her friend, Alice ran forward, pretending she was trying to slip between Roxy and one of the huntresses. As expected, her attempt was unsuccessful. The pursuers grabbed her broom and pulled it towards them, forcing Alice, impaled on the toy, to come closer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
Roxy looked into the girl's frightened eyes and smiled. Instead of jerking the broom down, she lifted it up, driving the dildo into Alice to its full length and forcing her to rise on her toes.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ah!</div></div>
Alice felt the toy's head press against her cervix.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop! No more!</div></div>
Roxy swayed the broom from side to side, making it rub against Alice's inner walls. The dildo's tip pushed uncomfortably into her deepest parts, sending shocks of sensation through her body.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ah, I'd make you cum sitting on this broom!
But that wouldn't be fair. After all, we caught you earlier than the red kitten.
So we'll have to take you off this toy.</div></div>
She pulled the broom forward, and only then very sloowly lowered it down, making Alice feel every millimeter of the rubber dick coming out of her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Phew...</div></div>
Roxy looked mockingly at the dildo glistening with Alice's juices.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you enjoyed it!
We'll have to arrange an evening of love for you with this toy, since you liked it so much.</div></div>
Alice decided to ignore this remark.
<span class='thought'>If I ask her not to do it, she'll not forget this and will definitely fuck me with that one day.</span>
Roxy clapped her hands.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it, the game is over!
Sophie - you get the main prize! The rest will receive consolation gifts.
And now it's time for treats!</div></div>
Alice met Sophie's eyes and she smiled widely.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Thank you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">For what?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Come on, I'm not stupid. You could have easily run away, and I had no strength left at all.
It's probably unfair...</div></div>
The girl thought for a second, then added:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">But I appreciate it!</div></div>
Unexpectedly, she pecked Alice on the cheek and, laughing, ran off to change.
Alice, surprised by the gesture, trailed behind Sophie.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh, look at that! Aren't we witnessing some delightful girl-on-girl sweetness?</div></div>
Roxy looked at them with a smirk.
<span class='thought'>I hope she's not planning anything nasty...</span>
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "sophie")>>
<</silently>>
[[Continue|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]Awkwardly stumbling over one of the pumpkins, Alice tumbled across the floor. Of course, the broom slipped out of the girl and remained lying to the side.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Minus one!</div></div>
Commenting on her fall, Roxy continued chasing after other prey.
Alice crawled to the side and watched the game. To her surprise, the show turned out to be quite engaging. The girls on brooms were trying their best to run away from the hunters and not fall on the floor. The thought that at this time there was a sex toy in each of them added a special piquancy to the spectacle. Alice even got scared of her own thoughts.
<span class='thought'>Could I really like such a picture?
I'm not a pervert like Roxy!</span>
However, there was still more competition than eroticism in the game. Despite the charms of the girls flashing here and there, Alice was more captivated by the excitement of rivalry. So she came to terms with her thoughts and began to root for Sophie.
And Sophie didn't let her down. Running between pumpkins and trying to stay away from the huntresses, she waited until Roxy and her friends caught all the other girls. Noticing how the broom of the last one rolled to the side, she joyfully exclaimed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hooray!</div></div>
Taking the toy out of her pussy, Sophie waved the broom over her head.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I won!</div></div>
Roxy smirked, looking at this picture.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yes, yes, you won!
Calm down already, you crazy kitten.</div></div>
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("halloween_party", "lose")>>
<</silently>>
[[Continue|c2_halloween_party_finnish]]The rest of the party went smoothly. Alice and Sophia enjoyed the treats and conversations with other students.
Even Roxy, having had fun during the contest, became good-natured and didn't pick on anyone. The only thing in which she showed character was in who would get the main culinary decoration.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This is for me!</div></div>
Saying this, she pulled the marzipan penis out of the cake and resolutely bit into its head.
<img src="images/c2_roxy_dick.png" alt="c2_roxy_dick" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You can't even imagine how difficult it was to find a confectioner who could make this wonder!</div></div>
Alice didn't find anything wonderful in this decoration. Except perhaps the anatomical accuracy was impressive.
<span class='thought'>I suppose when guys imagine a girl with a penis in her mouth, they mean something else.
I wonder if she handles real ones the same way, or more delicately?</span>
For some reason, it was hard for her to imagine Roxy sucking. Biting - yes, easily.
<span class='thought'>Although, given her promiscuity, she probably doesn't have any prejudices.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What are you thinking about?</div></div>
Alice hadn't noticed Sophie approaching.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh, just stupid thoughts coming to mind.
Looking at this picture and wondering - does our Roxy know how to suck, or does she only bite?</div></div>
Sophie laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yes, indeed. You couldn't come up with a more stupid thought.
She knows how. When she's in the right mood.
And she licks pretty well too, by the way.</div></div>
Alice wanted to clarify how Sophie knew this, but remembered her phrase about Roxy having already played with her and decided to stay silent.
<<if $chapter_results.initial == "canteen">>
!!! TODO: Condition !!!
She also remembered that girl who was working her pussy with her tongue while Alice was sitting under the table in the cafeteria. She also showed wonders of oral caresses. But Alice wouldn't call those memories pleasant.
<</if>>
<span class='thought'>It's interesting, when someone gives you pleasure against your will, is it no longer pleasure but punishment?
Although guys probably wouldn't agree with me. I doubt any of them would refuse punishment by blowjob...
What strange thoughts are coming into my head!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Listen, Sophie, shall we go home?
I think I'm tired already.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Let's go!
I'm not a fan of partying until morning either.</div></div>
<<silently>>
<<run setup.next_day()>>
<</silently>>
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
<</if>>Alice was lying in her "room", recovering from what had happened, when there was a gentle knock on the door.
<span class='thought'>Should I answer?
What if it's Roxy again?
Maybe it's better to pretend I'm not here?
Or even hide?</span>
The door opened slightly and a red-haired girl peeked inside.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Alice? Are you here?</div></div>
Noticing her, the girl smiled shyly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hi, I'm Sophie.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi...</div></div>
Alice didn't know how to react to the visitor.
<span class='thought'>What if she's one of Roxy's friends?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Can I come in? I think we need to talk.</div></div>
Alice nodded, still wary of this visit.
[[Continue|c2_meet_sophie_1]]Sophie entered the room and sat at the table.
<img src="images/c2_sophie.png" alt="Alice and Sophie in the room." width="50%" />
She looked at Alice with sympathy and compassion.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I know what happened to you.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Probably every student in the dorm knows about it.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That bitch Roxy...</div></div>
Sophie nervously glanced at the partially closed door.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You shouldn't...
They might hear us. And Roxy really doesn't like being insulted.</div></div>
Alice flared up.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't give a damn about what she doesn't like! Just let me come to my senses and I'll tell the teachers everything. That bitch will fly out of the university like a cork from a bottle!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">That's unlikely.</div></div>
Sophie shook her head.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">She's the daughter of one of the university's main sponsors. The rector would rather eat his hat than go against her father. You're more likely to be sent home from here.</div></div>
[[Continue|c2_meet_sophie_2]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then I'll go to the police! And tell them everything!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And Roxy will say that nothing like that happened. And all the girls will confirm her words.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't believe it!</div></div>
The girl blurted this out in a determined tone.
<<switch $chapter_results.initial>>
<<case "spunked">> But then she remembered how quickly the girls left the shower room when Roxy and her friends started whipping her.
And not one of them called for help.
<<case "canteen">> But then she remembered how the girls averted their eyes in the canteen and pretended not to notice anything.
<<case "room4">> But then she remembered how no one paid attention to her screams when Roxy and her friends pounced on her.
<span class='thought'>They didn't even close the door!
Any student passing by in the corridor must have seen what was happening in the room!
And no one intervened or called for help!</span>
<</switch>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What, will you also say that you didn't see anything?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yes. Me too. I'm sorry, Alice, but I can't afford to be kicked out of the university. And Roxy will surely make that happen if I tell the truth.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Admit it, did she send you? Does she want to avoid responsibility?</div></div>
Sophie shook her head.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">No, Alice. Nobody sent me. I just understand you very well and want to help you before you get into even more trouble.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Really? Well, what do you suggest I do?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">The best option is to leave the university. Or at least move out of the dorm. Rent a room in the city and only come to campus for classes.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I don't have money for a room in the city!</div></div>
[[Continue|c2_meet_sophie_3]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Then try to befriend Roxy.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?! Do you realize what you're saying?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm sorry, but there are no other options.
If you hope to somehow pressure her, it's useless.
It's simple here - all university students are divided into two categories: a small group of those whose parents support the university, and us - the poor taken in out of pity and charity. Of course, any dispute or conflict in such a situation is resolved not in our favor.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But what Roxy does is not a dispute! It's just lawlessness!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You think no one knows about this?
Believe me, even more terrible things happen here sometimes.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But how can one study in such conditions?</div></div>
Sophie shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Rich kids don't study, they just have fun. And we look for ways to somehow pass exams to get a diploma and full civil rights.
So think again, do you really need this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And you? Why don't you leave?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm from a family of farmers. I don't have the right to live in cities. So either I hold on here for two more years, or I go back to my parents - to milk cows and raise pigs. And I want a full life. I want to decide for myself where to live and what to do. Besides, I'm used to the problems in classes, and Roxy doesn't bother me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You're not her type?</div></div>
Sophie frowned and abruptly stood up from the table.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">No.
She's just already bored of playing with me.
Anyway, I've explained everything to you, and now it's up to you to decide. You can leave if you want, or try to survive here. But keep in mind - the longer you hold on, the more frustrating it will be to leave. If I had known on the first day what I would have to go through, I would have packed my things and returned to my native farm at that very moment. And I don't care about the restrictions on rights. But now I can't - it's a shame to be left with nothing after everything that's happened.</div></div>
She headed for the door and turned to Alice from the threshold, adding:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Just know that you can always come to me. I won't be able to solve your problems, but I'll always listen and give some advice.</div></div>
With these words, Sophie left the room, leaving Alice alone.
<span class='thought'>Well, that's something...
And what should I do now?</span>
<<run setup.finish_scene("meet_sophie", "main")>>
[[I won't miss my chance! Whatever awaits me ahead, I can handle it!|loc_alice_room]]
[[To hell with all this! I need to leave as soon as possible!|c2_sophie_leave]]<img src="images/dorm_building.png" alt="Alice packed her things and resolutely left the dormitory." width="80%" />
Alice packed her things and resolutely left the building.
<span class='thought'>Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be.</span>
Casting a last glance at the dormitory, she headed to the bus stop.
The bus to her village was only in the evening, but the girl decided it was better to wait a few hours here than risk running into Roxy again.
<img src="images/c2_bus_stop.png" alt="Alice waiting for the bus." width="80%" />
<span class='thought'>It all turned out strange.
An amazing admission, some hopes, and now I'm going back to my native village.
I guess this is life. People live as they were born.
It was foolish to count on something I have neither the rights nor the money for.</span>
<span class="ending">Ending 1: Escape</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Wow! You really decided to give up.
I hope you've already gone through all the other paths and were just checking what would happen if you abandoned everything and left.
In any case - congratulations, you've unlocked one of the endings. The simplest and shortest one. The others will be much further along in the plot.</div></div>
<<button "Start over">>
<<run Engine.restart()>>
<</button>><<silently>><<set $infirmary_visited to true>><</silently>>
After reaching the infirmary, Alice went inside.
<img src="images/c3_infirmary_empty.png" alt="Infirmary" width="80%">
She found herself in a small room with an examination table in the center. There was no one inside. On the left was a closed door, and on the right - a desk and a small cabinet.
[[Wait for the doctor|loc_infirmary_wait_doctor]]
[[Look behind the door|loc_infirmary_look_behind_door]]
[[Examine the cabinet|loc_infirmary_look_cabinet]]Alice decided to be polite and just wait. She carefully sat on the edge of the couch.
<span class='thought'>Why do all medical offices have such an uncomfortable atmosphere?
There's nothing scary, but you can feel some kind of awkwardness.</span>
After a few minutes, a woman came out from behind the door leading to an unknown room.
<img src="images/c3_doctor_fv_small.png" alt="Woman" width="50%">
<span class='thought'>I guess this is the doctor?
Shouldn't her medical gown be a bit more... Closed?</span>
However, upon noticing Alice, the woman quickly wrapped her robe tighter.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh! I have a patient!
You know, some people have a useful habit of knocking on the door before entering.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry, I didn't think about it.
Hello!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Damn, it really was impolite. I barged in like it was my own home.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Hello-hello.
Well, tell me, who are you and what did you bring me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm Alice.
Was I supposed to bring you something?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Everyone brings me something...
Bruises, scratches, burns. Sometimes something more exotic.
I'm most amused by stories like: "It was sticking out of the chair, and I accidentally sat on it. Could you pull it out, doctor?"
Do you have something similar?</div></div>
Laura looked intently at Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Although no, probably not.
You're sitting too comfortably.
Those storytellers prefer to stand. And they walk like cowboys who've just gotten off a horse.</div></div>
The doctor pulled a chair closer to the couch and sat down. Her clothes slightly opened again, but Laura didn't seem to notice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So, tell me what brought you here.</div></div>
<<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("infirmary_intro", "wait_doctor")>><</silently>>
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
[[Continue|loc_infirmary]]
<</if>>Alice carefully opened the door and peeked inside. It turned out to be a small utility room with various boxes and shelves. Near one of the cabinets, with her back to the girl, stood a naked woman, apparently looking for something.
<img src="images/c3_doctor_back_nude.png" alt="Doctor" width="80%">
Surprised by this sight, Alice accidentally pulled the door, and it creaked treacherously.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And who, I wonder, gave you permission to barge in here?</div></div>
The woman didn't even turn around at the creak, continuing to rummage through the cabinet.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh, I'm sorry!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Sit on the couch in the office and wait.</div></div>
Alice obediently returned to the office and closed the door behind her.
<span class='thought'>What possessed me to go in there! What did I expect to find?
Although... I think there was another door on the other side.
What am I even thinking about! I really messed up! Barging into the room when Laura was changing. Damn, I hope she's not too angry with me.</span>
A couple of minutes later, the doctor returned to the office, having put on a robe.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And what do we have here?
Heart attack? Stroke? Some other life-threatening problem?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, not at all! Nothing like that.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So just a regular flare-up of curiosity and bad manners. I think I had a special mixture somewhere for this disease...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry! I really didn't know you were changing. I thought there was no one there at all.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">That's even worse! Sneaking into someone else's room when the owner isn't there...
Definitely, this is already a clinical level of rudeness. That really needs to be treated.</div></div>
Laura began searching for something in a cabinet with various jars and bottles.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Ah, yes, this will do!</div></div>
She took out a box with some powder, poured it into a glass of water, and mixed it thoroughly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Here, take it.</div></div>
Alice timidly took the glass.
[[Look closely at the liquid|loc_infirmary_drink]]The glass contained a thick, white-yellow liquid that had curdled into disgusting clumps. And the smell... Alice jerked sharply to the side as soon as she felt the acrid, putrid stench emanating from the drink.
<img src="images/c3_glass_of.png" alt="Glass of ..." width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What is this?</div></div>
The girl tried to catch her breath, barely suppressing the urge to vomit.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">My signature cocktail for those who stick their noses where they don't belong.
Solutio extracti seminis balaenae.
Or in simple terms - whale semen extract solution.
The chemical composition isn't exactly identical to the original, after all, dehydration and restoration change some properties. But in taste and smell, it should be very similar to stale whale sperm.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I won't drink this! Where did you even get this nasty stuff?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, believe me, I have many other wonderful things!
You don't have to drink it. But I won't treat you until the contents of this glass are transferred to your stomach. Every last drop.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if I get poisoned?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You won't get poisoned. The worst that can happen to you is some rumbling in your stomach. Well, and a magnificent aftertaste that will remind you for a long time that politeness is a very useful habit in life.</div></div>
Alice looked at the drink with disgust. Now that she knew what it was, it seemed even more repulsive to her. She shook the glass, trying to mix the contents better, but it only separated even more, forming clumps of nasty slime.
<span class='thought'>I can't drink this!
Maybe I should tell her to go to hell? I'll manage somehow without a doctor.</span>
As if reading her thoughts, Laura announced:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">By the way, do you know that all students are required to undergo regular medical check-ups? Without it, you can't continue your studies.
So, something tells me you won't pass it.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What a bitch...</span>
Alice looked miserably first at the glass, then at Laura.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Laura, I understand that I did wrong. I'm really sorry.
Please forgive me!
Or at least think of another punishment. I really can't drink this nasty stuff!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, come on, stop pretending to be a virgin! As if you've never given a blowjob. It's the same thing. Just a larger volume, so you'll remember it better.</div></div>
Alice had some experience with oral caresses, but she never allowed anyone to finish in her mouth. And she certainly wasn't going to swallow sperm. But here Laura was essentially forcing her to drink a whole glass of such nastiness.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Come on, don't waste time.</div></div>
[[Drink the liquid|loc_infirmary_drink_finish]]Gathering her strength, Alice held her breath and brought the glass to her lips.
<img src="images/c3_alice_drinking.png" alt="Alice drinking" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>The main thing is not to smell this stuff and not to keep it in my mouth.
If I swallow it quickly, I might not taste it.</span>
Alice took a quick small sip and immediately started coughing. The vile liquid refused to go down into her stomach, forming a lump in her throat. A sharp, tart-salty taste filled the girl's mouth. She moved the glass away and tried to catch her breath.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Did you like it? No? Well, I also don't like it when rude girls barge into service rooms.
Keep drinking, we're continuing the educational process.</div></div>
Alice obediently took another small sip. The lump in her throat grew larger and she felt nauseous.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Don't you dare throw up all over my office! You'll be cleaning it up yourself. And you'll get a second glass of "cocktail" as a penalty.</div></div>
Overcoming the urge to vomit, the girl continued to pour the disgusting liquid into herself. It took her almost an hour to finish the glass. It felt like this slime had evenly stretched along her entire esophagus, and the taste was as if a crowd of dirty homeless men had ejaculated in her mouth.
Laura scrutinized the empty glass.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, well! You managed. And you didn't even throw up once.
You're a natural bukkake star!
Do you want some water? Or would you prefer another glass of cocktail?</div></div>
Mumbling something unintelligible, Alice began to drink water greedily, trying to get rid of the nasty sensation in her mouth and throat.
It got a little better, but the disgusting taste didn't go away.
<span class='thought'>This must be how a cheap whore feels after being used orally by a crowd of men all night...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I think the lesson has been learned. If you want to sneak into somewhere else without permission - don't be shy, I have plenty of powder left. I can always mix you a glass or two of this wonderful drink.
Maybe we should increase the concentration? You seemed to swallow it too easily. I think if we add more powder, the solution will be thicker and more viscous.
What do you think?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No need! I understand everything! I will never do anything like this again.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Good girl! I always assumed that sperm has a beneficial effect on the mental abilities of young ladies.
Now tell me, what did you actually come to the infirmary for?</div></div>
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<</if>>After glancing at the closed door, Alice quickly approached the cabinet and looked inside. There were many jars and bottles with various liquids, powders, and pills. There were even some dried parts of either plants or animals.
<span class='thought'>Not a medical office, but some kind of alchemist's lair.
It would be nice to find a painkiller. Laura probably wouldn't notice a couple of pills missing, and they could come in handy for me.</span>
Alice began to read the labels. Unfortunately, almost all of them were written in Latin, and the girl didn't even have a clue what these words meant.
<span class='thought'>Are these strange green pills painkillers? Or laxatives? Or something dangerous that could seriously poison me?
It would be better to first buy a couple of pills from Laura, see where she gets them from, and then try to steal more.</span>
Deciding not to risk it with the pills, Alice turned her attention to the jars with liquids and ointments. Carefully taking one of them, she looked inside and smelled the contents. The light green ointment smelled of mint.
<span class='thought'>Most likely, this is a remedy for bruises and scratches. It could be useful for me.
Maybe I should take this jar? I definitely can't afford treatment sessions at a hundred dollars each.</span>
[[Take the ointment|loc_infirmary_take_cream]]
[[Put everything back and close the cabinet|loc_infirmary_put_back_cabinet]]<span class='thought'>No, I shouldn't do this. Laura will definitely get angry if she notices something missing.
Besides, I don't know what this ointment is actually for. What if it's some kind of lice treatment? Better not to risk it.</span>
After putting all the vials back in place, Alice carefully closed the cabinet.
[[Wait for the doctor|loc_infirmary_wait_doctor]]Deciding to take the risk, Alice hid the jar in her pocket.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, well! I've never met such a brazen thief before!</div></div>
Alice turned around frightened and came face to face with Laura. Apparently, she had silently approached from behind and had been observing the girl's actions for some time.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to... I just...</div></div>
Caught red-handed, Alice didn't know what to say. Any attempt to justify herself seemed stupid and ridiculous.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Did you just happen to be passing by and this ointment slipped into your pocket by itself?</div></div>
The girl remained silent.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Do you know that for theft, at the very least, you get immediately expelled from the university? And sometimes we hand particularly brazen ones over to the police. So they can be tried as real criminals.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But it's just a small jar of ointment...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">The main thing is that it's MY jar of ointment. Which you stole from MY cabinet. Right in front of MY eyes!
And what do you suggest I do?</div></div>
Alice sighed and began to apologize, not really expecting success.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry, please. I won't do it again.
Let me pay you for this ointment? Or do something for you?
Just please don't tell anyone about this. I don't know by what miracle I got into the university, but if I'm expelled, I won't have a second chance.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, please don't try to play on my sympathy! It wasn't me who broke in and stole your things.
If staying in the university is so important to you, then you shouldn't be stealing.
Now show me exactly what you took.</div></div>
Alice obediently took the ointment out of her pocket and handed it to Laura.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So that's how it is.
And what were you planning to do with it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Apply it to my skin. I thought it was some kind of remedy for bruises. And it smells nice.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Yes, you almost thought correctly...</div></div>
Laura drummed her fingers on the back of the chair, clearly thinking about something. Then she muttered to herself, so quietly that Alice could barely make out the words.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">This could turn out to be amusing...</div></div>
Looking Alice in the face, she said in a full voice:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Alright, I agree to forgive you this time and forget about this silly stunt.</div></div>
Alice perked up happily, but Laura continued:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">However, I won't let you go just like that. Since you stole my ointment, you'll have to try it.
You'll also understand why you shouldn't use medications without my permission.
Undress and lie down on the couch.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Something's not right here... Laura probably didn't decide to treat me for free as a punishment.</span>
However, the girl had no choice, so she obediently began to take off her clothes and soon found herself in front of the doctor in just her underwear.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">What, did you come to me to treat your ears?</div></div>
Alice looked at the doctor in confusion.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I told you to undress and lie down on the couch. I didn't ask for a fashion show of the latest underwear trends from the countryside.</div></div>
Alice blushed but obediently took off her bra and panties.
<span class='thought'>They're not from the countryside at all! My underwear is perfectly normal!</span>
With these thoughts, she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, let's begin.</div></div>
[[Continue|loc_infirmary_take_cream_2]]Laura pulled out some metal handcuffs on a chain from under the couch and quickly snapped them onto Alice's wrists.
<img src="images/c3_cuffed_hand.png" alt="Alice handcuffs" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What is this? Why are you doing this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">As one of my teachers says: "A well-restrained patient doesn't need anesthesia".</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What kind of stupid joke is this? She promised to just apply the ointment!</span>
While Alice was thinking whether it was time to run, Laura had already fastened similar shackles to her ankles. The girl found herself chained to the examination table by her hands and feet.
<img src="images/c3_cuffed_leg.png" alt="Alice handcuffs" width="80%">
The girl tried to move. The chains on the shackles were long enough not to press her against the bed, but she couldn't change her position or even scratch her nose.
[[Continue|loc_infirmary_take_cream_3]]Laura put on medical gloves and began to generously apply the greenish ointment to Alice. First, she carefully applied it to the girl's breasts, leaving only the areolas of the nipples untouched.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Like this, in an even layer...
And here's a little drop, for interest.</div></div>
With these words, she touched Alice's nipples with her glove covered in ointment. Then she gently ran her hands down the girl's stomach.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">An interesting picture is emerging.</div></div>
<img src="images/c3_green_boobs.png" alt="Green cream" width="80%">
Sliding her fingers even lower, she drew a circle around the girl's navel and began to apply the ointment to the delicate skin around her pussy. She finished her artwork with a couple of strokes on the inner sides of her thighs.
<img src="images/c3_green_legs.png" alt="Green cream" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And how do you like it? Do you enjoy it?</div></div>
Alice listened to her sensations. The ointment pleasantly cooled her skin, and the minty-menthol scent was calming. However, she decided to answer cautiously.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm okay.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>If only I wasn't lying naked and chained to a bed in front of a practically unknown woman.
Although for some reason this doesn't bother me too much. Probably because she's a doctor.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Excellent, so we'll wait for the ointment to start working.</div></div>
These words alarmed the girl and she decided to clarify.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And how does it work?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Oh, why didn't you ask about that when you decided to steal it?</div></div>
Alice remained silent. It was clear that the idea had been stupid.
<span class='thought'>What devil possessed me to take that jar?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, now relax and wait for the effect. I hope you'll like it.
Meanwhile, I'll go attend to my business.</div></div>
With these words, she disappeared into the room she had come from.
[[Wait|loc_infirmary_take_cream_4]]Alice was left alone in the empty medical office. Naked and chained to the couch, she couldn't do anything but listen to her sensations. The ointment had warmed up from her body heat and no longer cooled her skin. Rather the opposite - the girl felt warmth in the places covered by it.
<span class='thought'>It's like a warm towel has been applied...
And my skin is slightly itchy.</span>
She tried to twist and scratch herself, but she couldn't manage it.
<span class='thought'>Okay, I'll endure. It's nothing terrible.</span>
Lifting her head, she looked at her body. The green film of the ointment had changed color and was now transparent.
<span class='thought'>Is it absorbing into the skin? Damn, I hope I'm not allergic to this stuff!</span>
Meanwhile, time passed and the feeling of warmth changed to heat, and the itching intensified.
<span class='thought'>Ow... This is becoming really unpleasant!</span>
She began to jerk in her shackles, trying to somehow scratch the itchy places. Her nipples bothered her the most - they burned and itched from the ointment. Her whole body was covered in sweat and at the same time goosebumps were running over her. The remnants of the ointment mixed with sweat and flowed down Alice's skin.
<img src="images/c3_wet_cream.png" alt="Alice wet" width="80%">
[[Try to break free|loc_infirmary_take_cream_5]]Alice began to pull at her chained hands and feet with all her might. However, the chains that looked fragile did not yield, and the girl could not improve her position in any way.
The most unpleasant thing was that the remnants of the ointment flowing down her body now covered her pussy, and it also began to itch.
<img src="images/c3_cream_pussy.png" alt="Alice wet" width="80%">
Finally, Alice couldn't take it anymore and shouted loudly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">LAURA!!! DOCTOR!!!</div></div>
She was afraid that the woman who was angry with her would ignore her cries and she would just lie here alone, suffering from the heat and unbearable itching that had spread to almost her entire body. However, Laura returned literally within a few seconds.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">And why are you shouting?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's hot! And my whole body itches.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">That's how it should be. This is a known side effect. To avoid it, you need to mix this ointment with a special oil before application. But you wanted to steal only this jar, right? So I only applied it to you. It's all fair. Endure it.</div></div>
Alice only groaned in response to this statement and lowered her head onto the sheet. Her whole body was burning, and the unbearable itching seemed to be driving her mad.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I can comfort you. This effect lasts five minutes, ten at most.
Although after that, it will also be interesting.</div></div>
Alice gritted her teeth in despair.
<span class='thought'>Five to ten minutes? How much time has passed already? When did this hell start?</span>
[[Endure until the side effect passes|loc_infirmary_take_cream_6]]<img src="images/c3_alice_face_tears.png" alt="Alice wet" width="80%">
Alice was barely holding back tears.
<span class='thought'>I need to hold on for a few more minutes!
It seems to be getting a bit easier.</span>
She did indeed feel better. Her body no longer itched and the heat seemed to have subsided. Only a strange sensation remained in her lower abdomen.
<span class='thought'>This will pass too.
Phew, has it finally let up?</span>
However, the strange feeling didn't go away. On the contrary, it intensified. Now her body wasn't burning, but a hot wave was spreading through it, coming from the girl's groin.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's happening?</div></div>
Laura approached the girl and began to shamelessly examine her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Nipples are erect, clitoris is swollen, and the vagina is intensely producing lubrication.
In my opinion, it's all obvious. You're aroused and want sex.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm asking why this is happening to me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I told you it would be interesting later.</div></div>
The arousal was growing and Alice began to breathe deeply, trying to control herself.
<span class='thought'>Calm down, calm down...
This is just an effect of the ointment. It's not painful as it was before.
I just need to endure a little bit and it will pass.</span>
Her desire was clouding her mind and the girl had to make considerable efforts to maintain clarity of thought.
[[Try to calm down|loc_infirmary_take_cream_7]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Don't worry, I'm not so cruel as to leave you in this state.
I have something that will help you.</div></div>
With these words, she took a dildo and deeply inserted it into Alice's pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ooohhh...</div></div>
Never before had penetration given the girl such acute pleasure. The toy was literally blowing her mind and creating an unbearable itch in her lower abdomen.
Laura slowly moved the toy in her pussy. It easily slid back and forth in an incredible amount of natural lubrication.
<img src="images/c3_alice_toy_1.png" alt="Vibrator" width="80%">
After inserting the toy to the hilt, Laura pressed a button and it began to vibrate intensely.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div>
Alice was immediately overwhelmed by the brightest orgasm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">One.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What? What is she talking about?</span>
The girl's brain was foggy and she didn't understand what it was said for. She was waiting for the usual relaxation after an orgasm, but it didn't come. The arousal didn't subside, and the vibrator continued to torment her pussy. After a few seconds, a new orgasm overtook her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaauuu!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Two.</div></div>
Alice wanted to calm down, rest, or at least catch her breath, but her feelings were becoming brighter and brighter. The third orgasm was more painful than pleasant.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Three.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, stop... Take it out of me...</div></div>
Laura continued to watch with interest as the girl came over and over again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I won't even think about it. I'm very curious how many times you can come before you lose consciousness.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaarrrrr!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Four.</div></div>
Any thoughts left Alice's head. All that remained was a wild, unrelenting arousal and a painful feeling in her groin from the vibrator forcing her to continuously orgasm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Five.</div></div>
Laura's voice came from somewhere far away, muffled and barely audible. Everything was blurry in front of her eyes and Alice didn't understand where she was or what was happening. She stopped understanding her own feelings. Is this pain? Or is it pleasure? Both? Or something completely different?
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Six.</div></div>
Alice wasn't sure she heard this word. Maybe it just seemed to her. Her body, overloaded with vivid sensations, found a way out of the situation and simply turned off her consciousness. The girl was enveloped by a saving darkness.
[[Lose consciousness|loc_infirmary_take_cream_8]]<img src="images/c3_alice_tired_after_d.png" alt="Vibrator" width="80%">
Alice came to her senses from the cold. Her wet body and damp sheets had turned the light freshness of the doctor's office into a piercing chill. She was still lying on the couch, but her hands and feet were free.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Brr...</div></div>
Frowning, Alice sat up and looked around for her clothes.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Awake? Welcome back to reality!
How do you feel?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Tired. I feel like I've run a marathon.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Not surprising! After such fun.</div></div>
The girl's thoughts were still confused, and Alice had difficulty remembering what had happened.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why did you do this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">First, I needed to teach you a lesson so you wouldn't take other people's things without permission.
Second - I was interested in observing all the effects. Theoretically, I know all the side effects of this ointment. But in practice, I had never applied it in its pure form. I was curious.
Besides, you would have experienced something similar if you had actually stolen this jar. So it's all fair.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>I doubt I would have inserted a vibrator into myself and orgasmed until I lost consciousness.</span>
However, Alice decided not to argue.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I hope you have no more complaints about me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Of course not. As I promised, we can forget about this little incident.
By the way, if you're curious, you came either seven or eight times. In the last few minutes you were constantly shaking, so it was difficult to tell.
Perhaps we should have taken breaks in stimulation, then we would have gotten a more impressive result. I think direct clitoral stimulation with orgasms and pauses of five to ten minutes would work best.
Although no, then the effect of the ointment would have ended earlier. But if we applied new portions...</div></div>
Laura pondered.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">In general, if you liked it, we can repeat it.
I think I can keep you at the peak for several hours and make you come a couple dozen times.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, thanks. I don't want to experience anything like that again.</div></div>
The doctor smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">What a pity!
But now you know what awaits you if you try to steal something from me again.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Such a thought will definitely not cross my mind now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well then, tell me why you originally came to see me.</div></div>
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<</if>>In the morning, Sophie rushed into Alice's room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hi! Don't forget - we have kitchen duty today.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What are you talking about?</div></div>
Alice looked at her friend in confusion. She hadn't heard anything about this.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Haven't you looked at the duty roster? It's been hanging in the corridor on the bulletin board for a week now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't even know we had any duties.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Oh, how could I forget to tell you...
Basically, since we have maximum independence here, we're responsible for cooking and cleaning the dormitory ourselves. The university only provides ingredients and cleaning supplies.
So we make a schedule of who's responsible for what and when. We take turns. To make it fair for everyone.
I volunteered to be on duty with you. Sorry, I probably should have discussed it with you first. I didn't think about it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it's fine. I don't mind. I just didn't know about the duties, so I was surprised.
So, all the girls take turns with kitchen and cleaning duties?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Almost all. Roxy, of course, refused. And a couple of her friends also act like they're above it all. But the rest of us honestly do our part.
And today it's our turn.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, no problem. Just show me what to do and how, because I'm completely clueless.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Okey-dokey! Come on, wake up, wash up, and let's meet in the canteen in half an hour. Just don't be late! Otherwise, I won't be able to get everything done for breakfast by myself.</div></div>
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In the canteen, Sophie began explaining and showing everything.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Look, most of the food is delivered either ready-made or as semi-prepared products. So we don't need any culinary talents.
The main thing is to put the food onto trays and set out the drinks. And then put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and throw out the trash.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds simple enough.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Of course!
Well, if you love cooking and know how to do it, we can order raw ingredients for our duty and cook everything ourselves. Some girls do that. It turns out tastier than the pre-prepared meals, of course, but it takes a lot of time.
And to be honest, I'm not good at cooking. I can make something simple and filling - I often had to cook for everyone at home. But, you know, we didn't have haute cuisine, so I definitely can't create culinary masterpieces.</div></div>
Alice smiled and honestly admitted that she wasn't good with cooking either.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Fried eggs, baked potatoes, and boiled meat - that's about the full list of what I'm capable of.</div></div>
As they talked, the girls easily managed to complete all the tasks. Alice was afraid they'd have to stay in the canteen all day, but it turned out they just needed to come a bit earlier and prepare everything. And then spend less than an hour cleaning up the dishes and trash.
The other girls tried not to create extra work for them and politely removed their plates, stacking them on one of the tables.
Only the table where Roxy and her friends sat was left covered with dirty dishes and trash after breakfast and lunch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What a pest...
She's surely doing this on purpose!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yes, most likely. Would Roxy miss a chance to mock others? Even in such a small thing.</div></div>
After dinner, the story repeated itself. After cleaning up after themselves, the girls left the canteen. But Roxy's company continued to sit at the table covered with dirty dishes and didn't seem to be going anywhere.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Maybe we should hurry them up? I don't want to be stuck here until night!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We shouldn't. She's clearly not just sitting here for no reason. She's planning some mischief again. Let's better wait in the kitchen and not catch her eye.</div></div>
[[Hide in the kitchen|c3_kitchen_duty_2]]<img src="images/c3_kitchen_roxy_1.png" alt="Roxy" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't we have anyone on duty?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Alice and Sophie are responsible for the kitchen today.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So where's this sweet couple?</div></div>
They were talking deliberately loudly, clearly directing their words not to each other, but to the girls hiding in the kitchen.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What should we do?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We'll have to go. She won't calm down anyway. She'll either come here herself or send her minions.</div></div>
Sophie sighed heavily and, after thinking for a moment, came up with a plan of action.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Let's try not to get into trouble. Roxy clearly wants to have fun at our expense.
We'll go out, quickly clean up the dishes, and return to the kitchen. We'll be friendly, but try not to say too much.</div></div>
They went out to the dining room and headed towards Roxy's table.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hi, girls! How are you doing?</div></div>
Sophie so skillfully put on a carefree smile that Alice almost believed in its authenticity.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, we're sitting here, waiting for two lazy girls to fulfill their duties. But they were probably making out in the kitchen, so they didn't have time for us.
So, are you done now? Have you finally pleased each other?</div></div>
Roxy was looking for a reason to conflict, and Alice decided it was better to stay silent. Sophie also left this statement without comment.
Carefully stacking the dishes on a tray, they headed towards the kitchen doors. But before Alice could take a couple of steps, she tripped over someone's foot sticking out from under the table. The dishes on the tray clinked, and a glass with unfinished juice slid off the edge and spilled on Denise, who was sitting at the edge of the table.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Damn you! You ruined my favorite top!</div></div>
Alice put the tray with dishes back on the table and froze in confusion, not knowing how to get out of this situation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But you stuck your foot out to trip me!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Are you completely crazy, you stupid bitch?!</div></div>
Feigning outrage, Denise jumped up and began to demonstrate the juice stain spreading on her clothes.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_dennis_1.png" alt="Denise" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Are you blind? Can't you see where you're putting your feet? Maybe I should smack you to improve your vision?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, calm down. She didn't do it on purpose. She just tripped accidentally.
And nothing terrible will happen to your top. It'll wash out.</div></div>
Roxy's voice was surprisingly peaceful, which caught Alice off guard.
<span class='thought'>Could it be that she decided not to pick on me? Maybe she just wanted to annoy Denise?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You didn't do it on purpose, did you, Alice? Will you apologize for your clumsiness?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, of course! I'm sorry, Denise, I didn't mean to spill on you. It was an accident.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, is that how you apologize?</div></div>
Roxy came up from behind and pushed the girl's knees while strongly pressing on her shoulders. Alice fell to her knees.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Apologies should compensate for the moral damage!</div></div>
[[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_3]]Grabbing Alice by the hair, Roxy forced her to crawl on her knees towards Denise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What do you think, will this clumsy oaf be able to get your forgiveness?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">I don't know. Only if she really tries hard.</div></div>
With these words, Denise pulled off her panties and sat on the bench, lifting her skirt and showing Alice her crotch.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_dennis_2.png" alt="Denise" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">You can start apologizing!</div></div>
[[Lick Denise's pussy|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick]]
[[Refuse|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject]]Resigned to her fate, Alice quickly got to work with her tongue, licking Denise's lips and clit.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_lick_1.png" alt="Alice lick" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>The faster she comes, the sooner they'll leave me alone.</span>
Roxy looked at this and laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be so hasty!
Didn't your girlfriend teach you anything? Move your tongue smoothly, without jerking.</div></div>
Alice obediently slowed down and began to lick slowly and thoroughly, as if trying to properly discern the taste of Denise's pussy.
And Roxy watched her closely and commented.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_lick_2.png" alt="Alice lick" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better!
Now dive your tongue into her hole. Good girl, just like that.
And play with her clit, she seems to be getting bored.</div></div>
Alice slid higher up Denise's slit and began to caress her little bud.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Mmmm...</div></div>
Denise let out a long moan and bit her lip.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad. Keep her in this state.
I'm curious how long she can stay on the edge without orgasm.</div></div>
Alice continued to lick Denise, carefully watching her reaction. When she approached orgasm, the girl slowed down, making her cool off a bit, and then started working intensively with her tongue again, making Denise tense up in anticipation of release.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. Keep going like that.</div></div>
[[Lick Denise, keeping her on the edge|c3_kitchen_duty_RunSenseMiniGame]]Denise's face was flushed, her skin covered in beads of sweat, and her muscles twitching convulsively. Finally, the arousal took over and she exploded in orgasm from the lightest touch of Alice's tongue.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaaaaah!</div></div>
The girl arched her back, tensing every muscle in her body, and slid helplessly to the floor, staring at the ceiling with a blank gaze.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_dennis_3.png" alt="Denise" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ooooh...</div></div>
She moaned weakly, and her body continued to be shaken by waves of rolling pleasure. Finally, the moans gave way to heavy breathing, and Denise began to calm down.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Impressive.</div></div>
Roxy peered into Denise's face, which had spread into a blissful smile.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">How does it feel?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Awesome...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">It shows.</div></div>
Roxy looked approvingly at Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. You did well.
I think Denise has already forgiven you for your mistake.
Now it's time to thank me for my invaluable advice.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Oh, no...
My tongue won't survive another marathon like that!</span>
However, Roxy had a different idea. She brought a rather large cucumber from the kitchen and handed it to Alice. Alice was slightly confused.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You want me to... with this?</div></div>
She made a characteristic gesture, moving the vegetable in a circle with her fingers.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Almost guessed it!
Put it in your mouth and lie down on the bench.</div></div>
With a resigned sigh, Alice took the improvised dildo in her mouth and lay face up.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_cucumber.png" alt="alice_cucumber" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you've already guessed what's coming next.</div></div>
Stripping off her clothes, Roxy hovered over the girl's face.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_roxy_standing.png" alt="roxy_standing" width="50%">
Then she slowly lowered herself, impaling her wet, aroused vagina on the vegetable protruding from the girl's mouth.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Mmm... Not bad.
Come on, swallow it deeper! I want to feel your lips on my pussy.</div></div>
Alice obediently allowed the cucumber to be pushed deeper into her throat. Now she could barely breathe, and Roxy was practically sitting on her face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better!</div></div>
Roxy grabbed the girl's hair and leaned on her with all her weight, pressing her pussy tightly against Alice's lips. The ill-fated cucumber completely disappeared into the girl's mouth and her assailant's vagina.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_roxy_riding.png" alt="roxy_riding" width="80%">
And then Roxy began to move her hips, masturbating with the vegetable clenched in Alice's mouth.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ughk...</div></div>
The girl barely suppressed her gag reflex when the foreign object stirred in her throat.
<span class='thought'>Damn, how deep I had to swallow it. It's even hard to breathe.</span>
She closed her eyes and tried to focus on breathing.
However, Roxy immediately flicked Alice's nose with her finger.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't close your eyes! Look at me.</div></div>
Alice obediently opened her eyes and stared at Roxy bouncing on her face. And Roxy continued to rotate her pelvis, sometimes slightly rising, then lowering herself down again, pressing her vagina against the girl's lips. The juice from her pussy flowed abundantly downward, filling Alice's mouth. Soon she felt no tastes or smells other than those coming from the rider's crotch.
After bouncing thoroughly, Roxy began to fiddle with her clit with her fingers, occasionally slightly scratching Alice's nose with her long nails.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Aaaarr!</div></div>
Finally, Roxy came with a growl, generously flooding Alice's face with her juices. Taking the cucumber out of her pussy and the girl's mouth, she held it out to her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Eat it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?</div></div>
Alice was confused. The idea of eating a vegetable just pulled out of a vagina was insane.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I said: Eat it!
I want you to look me in the eyes and slowly chew this damn cucumber that I just pulled out of my cunt.
In case you haven't fully experienced my taste yet. Savor it completely, enjoy it, and remember it!</div></div>
[[Eat it|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat]]
[[Refuse|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat_reject]]Alice obediently began to bite off pieces of the cucumber, looking Roxy directly in the eyes.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it. Down to the very last piece.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Fucking perverted bitch...</span>
The taste didn't bother the girl too much. When the juice from Roxy's pussy was flowing directly into her mouth, it was much stronger and more unpleasant. But the very realization that she had to eat a vegetable that had been inside this pervert's vagina was disgusting. However, she managed to force herself to chew the warm cucumber, trying not to think about where exactly it had gotten so warm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well done.</div></div>
Roxy patted her cheek approvingly. Picking up her clothes, she left the cafeteria. Her friends followed, actively discussing the show they had just witnessed.
Soon Alice was left alone with Sophie.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">How are you?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Disgusting. I can't find another word for it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I've also had to deal with Roxy's sick erotic fantasies multiple times.
Want me to tell you about it? If it'll make you feel better.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, thanks. I've had enough insanity for today. I don't want to know what else that bitch is capable of.</div></div>
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<</if>>Alice shook her head negatively.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No way. That's too much.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm the one who decides what's too much and what's just right.
But since you've decided to show some character...
Agreed, we'll find another use for this cucumber.</div></div>
She looked around.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey, girls, strip these two bitches of their clothes.
I have an idea.</div></div>
Her friends enthusiastically pounced on Alice and Sophie. Before they could blink, they were completely naked. Alice was immediately spread out on one of the tables.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_table.png" alt="Alice" width="80%">
Sophie tried to slip out of the attackers' hands but received a push in the back and ended up bent over another table.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_sophi_table.png" alt="Sophie" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not like that!</div></div>
Roxy continued to direct the abuse.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Put them both on their backs on the table, ass-to-ass and legs spread apart!</div></div>
The girls tried to resist, but their efforts were in vain.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now a simple question: pussy or ass?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ass it is, then.</div></div>
Roxy positioned the cucumber between the girls' anuses. Obeying her command, her friends began to press on Alice and Sophie's shoulders, pushing them towards each other.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaah!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Ow-ow-ow!</div></div>
The girls cried out in unison as the tips of the vegetable began to sink into their bottoms.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, stop screaming!
It's not that thick. Come on, girls, push harder, I want our friends' butts to meet.</div></div>
The pressure on the girls' shoulders increased, forcing their anuses to sink deeper. Eventually, the moaning girls' bottoms touched each other.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_anal_cucumber.png" alt="Anal cucumber" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now that's perfect!
Stay like that. We're going to bed.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Should we tie them up so they don't run away until morning?</div></div>
This idea horrified Alice. She imagined having to spend the night with a cucumber in her ass and how the girls coming for breakfast in the morning would find her and Sophie in this humiliating position.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No! Roxy, please, don't!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why not? I think it's an excellent punishment for two stubborn bitches.
Or are you an obedient bitch now?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I understand! I'm obedient!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're an obedient what?</div></div>
Alice sighed heavily and mumbled:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm an obedient bitch...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Louder!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'M AN OBEDIENT BITCH!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl.</div></div>
She slapped Sophie's bare bottom.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And you, do you need a special invitation? Or are you just lying there for decoration?</div></div>
Sophie obediently repeated:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm an obedient bitch.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Excellent! And since you're so obedient, we can go to bed now, it's late. You two will lie here for another hour by yourselves. Then you can go.
Alright, good night!</div></div>
Saying this, she left the cafeteria with her friends. The last girl to leave paused for a second and turned off the light.
Alice and Sophie were left in complete darkness.
[[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat_reject_1]]After waiting for a few minutes, Alice asked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Do you think they've left?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Probably.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Maybe we can go too?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And if you run into Roxy, what will you tell her? Though it doesn't matter what we say. Better think about what she'll do to us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't want to think about that.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, then just lie here and wait.</div></div>
Alice fell silent, but after a few minutes, she asked again:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let's at least pull out this damn cucumber! My butt hurts!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And in half an hour, Roxy will come to check on her "obedient bitches" and shove a pineapple up your ass instead of the cucumber. And mine too.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">A pineapple won't fit in the butt.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Trust me, she'll find something equally fun. So lie still and endure it.
Since you found it disgusting to eat this damn vegetable, now we'll both enjoy it in our asses!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You're talking like it's all my fault! It's that bitch Roxy! She set this up on purpose.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Why did you argue with her? If she told you to eat it - chew and be quiet. We'd be resting in our rooms by now.</div></div>
Alice was breathless with indignation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Chew and be quiet? A cucumber she just pulled out of her cunt?!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">As if you hadn't tasted her cunt! She rubbed it on your lips for fifteen minutes until she came!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's still disgusting. And blaming me after what she made me do - that's nasty and unfair!
Some friend you are!</div></div>
Alice sniffled indignantly. After a couple of minutes, Sophie said:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm sorry. Of course, it's not your fault. I'm just angree because of this pain.
That's why I lashed out.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's okay, I'm not offended. I'm in pain too. I would have eaten a dozen of these cucumbers if I had known that refusing would result in her shoving it up our asses.</div></div>
They were silent for a few more minutes, and then Alice asked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Listen, how will we know when an hour has passed?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Slowly count seconds to yourself. When you reach three thousand six hundred - that's about an hour. Approximately.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh... That's so long!
How long have we been lying here?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Seems like about ten minutes.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Only ten minutes?!</div></div>
Alice jerked, and her butt immediately responded with pain.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Ow!
Don't move! This damn vegetable is already stretching our butts, and you want to completely wreck my anus?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry.</div></div>
Alice tried not to move and just count the seconds. But they dragged on incredibly slowly.
[[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick_eat_reject_2]]It was dark and quiet around. Due to the lack of other stimuli, her consciousness constantly focused on the sensations in her butt. The sharp pain had been replaced by a nagging feeling of discomfort that wouldn't go away. Rather, it was increasing with each minute.
<span class='thought'>I need to distract myself somehow. Think about something else.
But what? I can't see or hear anything. Of all the senses - only the cucumber in my ass and Sophie's butt pressing against me.</span>
Suddenly, Alice felt awkward about this thought. Somehow, until this moment, she hadn't thought about the fact that she was lying next to her naked friend, tightly pressed against each other's intimate parts.
<span class='thought'>Damn, what am I thinking about?
What shame is there after everything Roxy has done to me in the past few days!
Although that was Roxy. I perceive her as some kind of sexual natural disaster.
And this is Sophie. I hadn't even seen her naked until today. And now we're skewered by our asses on one, um... vegetable, like resembling meat on a barbecue stick.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hey, what's up with you?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Your pussy is wet!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it's not! You're just imagining it!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">How can I be imagining it when we're pressed together? I can feel it!
Does this situation turn you on?</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Damn! Damn! Damn!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, it's from nervousness.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">It's okay, everything's fine.</div></div>
Sophie smirked and... slightly moved her hips, rubbing her crotch against Alice's.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey, don't do that!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">But it's true...
You're aroused. Your pussy is wet and hot.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Come on, let's not do this, okay?
I've had enough with one crazy pervert Roxy. If my only friend starts throwing sexual jokes at me too - I'll go completely crazy here!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Okay, I won't anymore. It's just funny.
A girl lying on a table in a dark cafeteria with a cucumber in her ass and getting wet.
I envy your ability to find small joys in such situations!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sophie, if you don't stop teasing me, I'll kick you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yeah. Just don't tear your butt when you're kicking.
Okay, I promise to be quiet and not move until the end of our "term".
But only if you honestly answer one question for me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What question?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">When you were licking Denise's pussy - what did you feel?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Are you kidding me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">No, I'm just curious. You were pleasuring her so enthusiastically!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy was standing over me telling me what to do! What choice did I have?
Can you imagine what she would have done to me if I had started refusing and resisting?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, yeah. Actually, she didn't do anything bad!</div></div>
Sophie laughed. This caused her pussy to rub against Alice again, and the cucumber in her butt moved.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch! Stop it!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Alright, alright! I'm quiet and lying still.
But still answer the question. I'm really curious how a supposedly heterosexual girl can lick so enthusiastically.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Damn, what did I actually feel at that moment?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">At first it was unpleasant. Disgusting and repulsive. And it hurt that Roxy was making me do such a thing.
Then... I don't know. I kind of became indifferent. Just licking and licking.
Roxy told me to move my tongue slowly and thoroughly, so that's what I did. I tried to keep Denise on the edge of orgasm.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You did an excellent job! If you could have seen her face - she was as red as a tomato and dripping like a bitch within a couple of minutes.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, I felt how she was dripping better than others! My face is still covered in her juices.
And then Roxy added to it with her bouncing. More than anything, I want to wash my face and brush my teeth right now.
No, first of all, I want to pull this damn cucumber out of my ass, and then wash up.</div></div>
Sophie laughed again. But this time carefully, trying not to move the lower part of her body.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I think we can solve our main problem now.
By my estimation, an hour has already passed. How many seconds did you count?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't know. I lost count somewhere around two and a half thousand.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Oh, right! You found some more interesting thoughts.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sophie! You promised!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Alright, I'm quiet-quiet!</div></div>
Sophie carefully reached back, pulling her butt off the vegetable.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Oooh... That feels so good!
If I didn't have such a stubborn friend, I wouldn't have understood what a pleasure it is when nothing is stretching my ass!</div></div>
Alice slowly, trying not to disturb her much-suffering butt, pulled out the cucumber.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Your attitude towards what's happening sometimes scares me.
After today's "adventures", I don't feel like joking at all.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, that's a shame!
Take everything with humor. You're alive, you're healthy - that's the main thing.
And the rest - these are passing troubles.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm not sure about the "healthy" part...</div></div>
Alice tried to feel her anus. It was sore and the opened much wide than nature intended.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_alice_anal_gap.png" alt="Anal cucumber" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Don't worry, it will heal.
Have you never had anal sex?</div></div>
<<silently>>
<<run $tmp_has_anal = setup.get_scene_result("bad_morning") == "resisted">>
<</silently>>
<<if $tmp_has_anal>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Does a jump rope handle in the ass count?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Depends on how big it was.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It was big enough for me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, then you understand that even after this cucumber your butt will heal too.
If it hurts a lot - go see Laura, she has a good remedy. It relieves pain and um... reduces the opening.</div></div>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I've never even thought about it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Oh... Then I sympathize. Such a "toy" is clearly too big for the first time.
Better visit Laura tomorrow. She has a good remedy. It relieves pain and um... reduces the opening.</div></div>
<</if>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'll definitely go see her!</div></div>
<<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","anal_join")>><</silently>>
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
<</if>>Alice shook her head negatively and tried to wriggle out of Roxy's hands.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm not going to lick her!
Are you completely out of your mind?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What a stubborn girl! With character.</div></div>
Roxy yanked Alice's hair, turning her face towards herself.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">If you play hard to get, I'll run the entire stream of students through you.
First, you'll service every female student's holes in this university with your tongue. Then it'll be the boys' turn. And you'll be fucked by everyone who doesn't mind.
I guarantee that after this, you'll be as soft and obedient as a well-trained dog.</div></div>
Roxy watched with pleasure the fear on the girl's face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I see you've grasped the perspective.
But I'm feeling generous today.
So I'm offering two options - either you lick Denise's pussy, or your friend will do it.
Hey, kitten! How do you like that idea?</div></div>
Sophie stood nearby, held by Roxy's friends, looking fearfully at what was happening.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Can you handle such a task? It's not your first time, after all!</div></div>
The girls holding Sophie pushed their victim, and she obediently came closer. Despite the displeasure written on her face, she didn't try to resist.
[[ - No need! I'll do it!|c3_kitchen_duty_4_lick]]
[[Stay silent|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject_2]]Sophie was dragged to Denise and put on her knees between her legs.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_sophi_on_her_knees.png" alt="Sophi on her knees" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Get to it, what are you waiting for?</div></div>
The redhead girl obediently pressed her face into Denise's crotch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Oh, yes! You can immediately feel the tongue of an experienced licker!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Our kitten is talented. And most importantly - well-trained.</div></div>
Roxy stroked the head of the girl diligently working on her friend's pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Only, why haven't you taught your friend?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Well, let her watch and learn!</div></div>
Denise spread her legs wider and, grabbing Sophie by the hair, turned her head slightly. Now Alice could see how her friend's tongue quickly ran over the girl's lips and clitoris.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be shy! Take a closer look!</div></div>
Roxy dragged Alice closer, forcing her to stare at Sophie's face and Denise's pussy. Sophie's expression was detached. She closed her eyes and seemed to think about nothing, just trying to bring Denise to orgasm as quickly as possible and end this humiliation.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_sophi_lick.png" alt="Sophi licks" width="100%">
Alice felt ashamed that she had set Sophie up instead of herself. Approaching the girl's ear, she whispered apologies quietly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry. I didn't want this.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What are you whispering about there? Comforting your friend? It's too late for comfort, you need to help!
Come on, use both tongues!</div></div>
Roxy grabbed her and Sophie by the hair and pressed their faces tightly against Denise's crotch.
[[Lick|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject_3]]Alice obediently joined her friend and started working with her tongue. It was a strange sensation. She could smell Denise's pussy and Sophie's breath. While caressing the folds and clitoris of the girl, she constantly met with her friend's tongue. It all seemed like some crazy intertwining of oral caresses and the most perverted kiss that could ever come to mind.
<img src="images/c3_kitchen_double_lick.png" alt="Double lick" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ooooh! Yes! That's even better!</div></div>
Denise leaned back, enjoying the girls' caresses. Alice could feel Denise' lips and clit swelling under her tongue.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaaaah!</div></div>
Denise arched her back and tightly squeezed their heads with her thighs.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Simply amazing!
This is some kind of high!
If only we could add a dick, I'd probably go crazy with pleasure.</div></div>
Roxy laughed out loud.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're never satisfied!
The girls tried so hard, and you still want a dick. Be happy with what you got.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Come on! Can't I even dream...
Do you want some? While their tongues are still warm.</div></div>
Denise pointed Roxy to the girls still kneeling. She looked at them, then at the heated Denise, and unexpectedly replied:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I do. But not them.
Let's go to the room, sweetie. You'll thank me for this sexual entertainment.
And believe me, your tongue won't get off so easily.</div></div>
Denise smiled in response. And demonstratively licked her lips.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">As if I've ever refused!</div></div>
Hugging and groping each other, they left the dining room. The other girls followed them.
[[Continue|c3_kitchen_duty_4_reject_finnish]]As soon as the door closed behind the assailants, Alice apologized to Sophie once again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have resisted. It was clear that Roxy would force me to do what she wanted anyway.
And this way, you got hurt too.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Okay, let's forget it. Just next time, when you decide to show her your character, please make sure I'm not around.
I don't like getting in trouble because of someone else's stubbornness.</div></div>
They quickly tidied themselves up and finally cleared the dishes. As they were leaving the dining room, Sophie said:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You know, we got off very easily. It could have been much worse. And longer. Apparently, Roxy really got turned on by the sight of Denise coming.
I think now she'll have to lick her mistress's holes all night and do who knows what else.</div></div>
Alice looked at her friend in bewilderment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You think Roxy will punish her? For what?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Not punish, but make her feel that she's just as much a sex toy. So she doesn't get cocky. And Roxy knows how to mix sex with humiliation very inventively.
So if you wanted to get revenge on Denise - you can rejoice. She's in for a tough night.</div></div>
Alice just shrugged. She felt neither sympathy nor hatred for Roxy's girlfriend.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You know, I perceive her as a spineless toy. Just an appendage to her mistress. It's like being angry at a rubber sex doll.
I wonder if she really enjoys constantly pleasing Roxy, or if she's just playing a role?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Who knows. I think Denise is just as sexually obsessed as Roxy. But as for how much she's satisfied with the role of eternal sub...
Honestly, I don't really care about that.</div></div>
<<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("kitchen_duty","sophie_lick")>><</silently>>
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
<</if>><div>
<canvas id="SenseMiniGameCanvas"
data-sense-image="c3_dennis_pussy_sense_map.png"
data-main-image="images/c3_dennis_pussy_closeup.png"
data-win-passage="c3_kitchen_duty_lick_game_win"
data-lose-passage="c3_kitchen_duty_lick_game_lose"
width="1024" height="1054">
</canvas>
</div><div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Oops, it didn't work out.
Well, here's a hint - you need to keep the girl's arousal in the green zone. If you're too rough, it will be unpleasant for her. But you shouldn't slack off either.
Also, pay attention that different parts of the pussy have different sensitivities. It's unlikely the girl will climax if you only caress her outer lips.</div></div>
Press the mouse button and move the "tongue" over the girl's pussy. Make sure her arousal stays in the green zone. If it drops - caress more sensitive areas, like the clitoris. If you're too rough - it will be unpleasant for her, so find a balance.
Speed doesn't affect the score, so don't fap your mouse. The main thing is to constantly move in the "right" places.
Keep in mind that if Alice is in pain - the game becomes much harder. This is the first such game, so if you've tried several times and failed - you can skip it.
But in the future, watch Alice's health. Otherwise, you'll constantly fail mini-games.
[[Play again|c3_kitchen_duty_RunSenseMiniGame]]
[[Skip|c3_kitchen_duty_lick_game_win]]<<silently>>
<<run $pain_level = setup.get_pain_level() >>
<<set $is_sophie_friend = $relationships.sophie >= $magnitude.major>>
<</silently>>
Sophie entered the room.
<<if $is_sophie_friend>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hey, friend! I'm here with another portion of secret knowledge.</div></div>
Alice looked at her with interest.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds intriguing. Go on, tell me.</div></div>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hey, Alice. I've got some information you might find useful.</div></div>
Alice looked at her with curiosity.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh? What is it?</div></div>
<</if>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">First of all, how are you feeling?</div></div>
<<if $pain_level > 0>>
Alice frowned.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It would be surprising if I felt good after everything that happened.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Great!</div></div>
She hesitated briefly, her face flushing with embarrassment, before hastily amending her statement.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Oh, I'm sorry! That's not what I meant. Of course, I feel bad for you.
But I know how to help you!</div></div>
<<else>>
Alice listened to her sensations.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm okay, I guess...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Great! But if you ever feel bad, don't hesitate to ask for help.</div></div>
<</if>>
Sophie paused for a moment, apparently formulating something meaningful from her stream of thoughts.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">There's an infirmary on campus. You exit the dormitory, walk through the park, and turn right. There's a small building with a red cross, you can't miss it.
The doctor's name is Laura. She can cure any disease or... um... injury. But not for free, of course.
It's a few hundred dollars per visit. But Laura can definitely help. She's a bit eccentric, but she really knows her stuff.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if I don't have enough money?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You can ask her for a discount. Maybe she'll ask you for a favor in return, or just lower the price out of sympathy. She's actually quite nice and often helps out the girls. And if you're completely broke...</div></div>
Sophie fell silent, apparently considering whether she should continue.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, if you have no money at all, still drop by Laura's. Maybe you can work something out.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, got it. Thanks for the information!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Wait, that's not all.
To finish university, you need to pass all the exams. And as you might have noticed, the conditions for studying here aren't great. But there are a few options to get credit without taking exams.</div></div>
Alice winced painfully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy again?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Not just her. No, you can certainly ask her for help, but first, it's not guaranteed she'll agree. And second, you never know what she'll demand in return.
There's a more reliable option.
In room eight lives a girl named Mia. She keeps to herself, so I don't know much about who she is or where she's from. Most likely, she's also from a wealthy family, because Roxy doesn't bother her.
But that's not important. The main thing is that she has some connections. So for a thousand dollars, she can get you credit for any subject.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">A thousand dollars?!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yes, it's not cheap. And there's no point in trying to bargain with her. Mia won't lower the price no matter what. But the result is guaranteed. You give the money - you get the credit.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So if I come to her with a thick wad of cash, I could get a diploma tomorrow?</div></div>
Sophie looked confused.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I don't know... Do you have that much money?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Of course not.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Then what's the point of this conversation? In two years, I've only gone to her three times. And believe me, earning that amount was very difficult for me. So unless you have a very close, very rich, and very sick relative from whom you might suddenly inherit, it's better not to count on this option too much.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, thanks...</div></div>
<span class='thought'>An interesting option...
Need to think about all this.</span>
<<if $is_sophie_friend>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Great! Then I'll be off. Drop by my place if you need anything.</div></div>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Alright, I'll be off. Let me know if you need anything.</div></div>
<</if>>
<<silently>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("sophie_fixer", "main")>>
<</silently>>
[[Continue|loc_alice_room]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can it be cheaper somehow? I'm completely broke.</div></div>
Laura thought about it.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Actually, I don't usually do free treatment.
But I need an assistant for an experiment right now. If you agree to help me, I'll fix you up in return!</div></div>
[[I agree.|c4_infirmary_experiment_accept]]
[[I'll pass|c4_infirmary_experiment_return]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, but your experiments scare me.
I'm not feeling bad enough to participate in them. Maybe some other time.</div></div>
Laura shrugged indifferently.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Suit yourself. But don't expect me to give you a discount just because.</div></div>
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<</if>><div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, of course!</div></div>
Alice nodded eagerly. The opportunity to save a lot of money just by helping Laura seemed like a great idea.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Perfect. Let's fix you up first and then we'll begin. Lie down on the examination table.</div></div>
<img src="images/c4_alice_on_chair.png" alt="c4_alice_on_chair" width="50%">
After undressing, Alice settled onto the couch. Taking some ointments, Laura began rubbing them into the girl's skin.
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<span class='thought'>I hope it's not that stuff she put on me last time.
I really don't want to go insane from all that itching and arousal again!</span>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Turn onto your stomach.</div></div>
Alice obediently lay face down. Laura's hands glided softly over the girl's body, calming and relaxing her. Apparently deciding not to bother figuring out what hurt on Alice, she simply rubbed the medicine all over her body, from head to toe.
<img src="images/c4_alice_on_table.png" alt="c4_alice_on_table" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh!</div></div>
The girl flinched when Laura's hands slid between her legs.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Lie still and don't move.</div></div>
The doctor calmly continued the procedure, moving higher and higher up the inner side of Alice's thigh.
<span class='thought'>What is she doing?
Is this still treatment or has it become harassment?</span>
While Alice was wondering if she should protest, get up and leave, Laura's hands reached her most intimate places.
[[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_1]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! What are you doing?</div></div>
Laura's fingers unceremoniously slid inside the girl's pussy.
<img src="images/c4_alice_fingers.png" alt="c4_alice_fingers" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Don't interfere with the procedure, or I'll tie you down.</div></div>
Alice snorted indignantly.
<span class='thought'>Yeah, "medical procedure"! More like sexual harassment...</span>
Laura was in no hurry to remove her hand. She slowly moved her fingers inside Alice, stroking the delicate walls of her vagina. The feeling of aversion caused by the unceremonious and uninvited penetration was joined by a slight warmth in her lower abdomen - Alice's body was responding to the caresses despite her consciousness.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I'm almost done. Need to treat everything thoroughly.
I did promise you free treatment after all.</div></div>
Finally, she pulled her fingers out of the girl's womb and began stroking her skin again. However, before Alice could calm down, she felt touches to her anus.
<span class='thought'>Well, you won't be able to get in there!</span>
The girl tensed her buttocks, trying to keep Laura out of her hole. However, Laura wasn't rushing. She gently massaged the girl's anal ring, generously coating it with ointment. And as soon as Alice's tired muscle relaxed, the doctor's finger penetrated inside with one strong movement.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Does it really hurt? Come on! There's so much lubricant here you could fit a whole fist!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't you dare!</div></div>
The girl fearfully raised herself on the couch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I wasn't planning to. Relax.</div></div>
Realizing that Laura would get her way regardless, Alice tried to relax.
<span class='thought'>Surely she won't actually tear up my butt!</span>
The sensation of a finger deep in her rectum was strange. And when Laura began stretching her hole, smoothly inserting a second finger, it became unpleasant and painful.
[[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_2]]<<silently>><<run setup.reset_pain()>><</silently>>
<img src="images/c4_alice_fingers_ass.png" alt="c4_alice_fingers_ass" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop! It hurts.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Yes, perhaps we should stick to just two fingers. You're very tight.
Though that won't last long. Something tells me that in our university they'll quickly stretch out all your holes.
But don't worry! This ointment not only relieves pain, but helps muscles contract. So by tomorrow your holes will be like those of an innocent virgin!</div></div>
This news didn't exactly thrill Alice. On one hand - the ability to quickly get rid of the effects of unwanted intrusions was nice. On the other - it meant that if Roxy wanted to impale Alice on a dildo or something similar again, it would be just as painful as the first time.
Laura again didn't limit herself to just penetration. For several minutes she massaged the girl from inside, making her periodically wince in pain when the doctor's fingers stretched her hole too much. Several times she slowly pulled them out of Alice's ass. The girl would immediately relax, enjoying the moment when the foreign object left her rectum. But Laura would immediately push her fingers back in, making Alice flinch and moan softly. Finally, she removed her hand and walked over to the sink.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, now the procedure is complete.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Procedure? Or did she just get tired of poking around inside me? She was clearly enjoying feeling me up from the inside.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's it? Can I get dressed?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Why? Did you forget that you promised to help me with an experiment?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I remember. But do I have to be naked for it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It will be simpler this way. Sit tight, I'll be right back.</div></div>
Laura disappeared behind the door leading to the storage room.
<span class='thought'>Oh, I don't like this... I have a feeling that by help with an experiment she didn't mean washing test tubes or writing in a journal.
Maybe I should run?</span>
Alice looked doubtfully at her clothes lying nearby and the unlocked door. Nothing was stopping her from just getting up, getting dressed and leaving right now.
<span class='thought'>No, better not. Laura would surely make me pay for pulling something like that.
And getting on the bad side of the only doctor in the university would be unwise.
I'll have to participate in her experiment since I promised. It probably won't be anything worse than unceremoniously poking fingers in my private parts.</span>
Laura returned a few minutes later, holding a book and a small case.
[[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_3]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So here's the thing. I have a hypothesis.
I suspect that many of our students lack motivation to focus and show better results in their studies.</div></div>
Alice had her own opinion about what was preventing students from studying here, but she decided to keep it to herself.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I have here a collection of simple questions on core subjects.
I need you to answer a hundred of them as quickly as possible. I'll measure the time and number of errors.
Then I'll add some motivation for you and we'll repeat the experiment.
Ready?</div></div>
Alice shrugged.
<span class='thought'>What a strange idea. And how is she planning to motivate me? Will she give me sugar cubes like a trained animal?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Excellent! Then let's begin.
So, first question...</div></div>
Alice listened carefully and tried to answer as quickly and accurately as possible. The questions were indeed easy. Some from high school math, some physics, some history. Though most were simple riddles testing general knowledge. The entrance exam had probably been much harder.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">...And that was the last, hundredth question.</div></div>
Laura looked at her watch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It only took you fifteen minutes. Very good. And you answered almost all questions correctly.
You're quite a clever girl, aren't you.</div></div>
Pulling the case she brought closer, Laura opened it and took out some wires.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">This is your motivation! I'll attach these wires to your body and every time you make a mistake or take too long to answer, you'll get an electric shock.</div></div>
Alice looked at Laura in horror.
<span class='thought'>Is she out of her mind?</span>
[[ - I didn't sign up for this!|c4_infirmary_experiment_4_no]]
[[Well, since I promised...|c4_infirmary_experiment_4]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't sign up for this!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You promised to help me with the experiment!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I thought you needed an assistant, not a lab rat.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It doesn't matter what you thought!
By the way, I treated you for free.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah! And fingered me to your heart's content. Or will you say that was purely for medical purposes?</div></div>
Laura didn't argue with the obvious.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Alright. What else do you want?</div></div>
[[ - 1000 bucks!|c4_infirmary_experiment_4_trade]]
[[ - I refuse!|c4_infirmary_experiment_reject]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">If you want to play these kinds of games, you'll have to pay.
Let's say, a thousand dollars.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">What, have you been hanging out with Mia too much? Caught her obsession with money? That little miser is always demanding discounts and trying to bargain for bonuses.
Well, fine, I can give you a hundred if you're obedient.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">800!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You definitely talked to Mia...
300. And only because I'm feeling generous today.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">500! Or I'm leaving right now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Fine, agreed.</div></div>
Laura took out a wallet from her inner pocket and handed the girl five hundred-dollar bills.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">But now don't you dare refuse or try to escape before the experiment is over.
I definitely won't forgive that kind of stunt.</div></div>
Alice took the money and stuffed it in the pocket of her dress lying nearby.
<span class='thought'>Maybe I was too hasty? She agreed rather easily.
Perhaps I should have asked for more. Or refused altogether.</span>
Laura's willingness to part with such a large sum made the girl uneasy. However, it was too late to back out now.
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[[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_4]]Alice stood up and started getting dressed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I refuse!
I'm not a complete idiot to let you shock me with electricity.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, well, what a delicate flower!
What kind of students we have these days. When it comes to partying - they're up for anything. They come to me with torn up bodies and don't complain about a thing.
But when they need to endure a little discomfort for science - they run away immediately. Fine, to hell with you. Get out.
But don't expect any discounts or favors in the future. For you now, all services are paid and cash only.</div></div>
Already walking out of the office, Alice thought that perhaps she should have been more diplomatic. Now if she ends up without money, Laura won't help her.
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<</if>>Taking a couple of wires from her case, Laura attached them to the girl's nipples.
<img src="images/c4_alice_breast_stickers.png" alt="c4_alice_breast_stickers" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What, right there?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Where did you think?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, I don't know... I thought on the buttocks or some other less sensitive places.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">If you want, I can put a couple on your butt too. In my opinion, the more the better. Now, spread your legs.</div></div>
She attached the next electrode to the girl's clitoris.
<img src="images/c4_alice_pussy_sticker.png" alt="c4_alice_pussy_sticker" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Won't that be too painful?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It's painful enough to make you want to answer quickly and correctly.
But they won't cause any serious harm.
So, shall we put electrodes on your butt, or are these enough?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No need!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Alright, we'll save your behind for next time.</div></div>
Alice ignored her comment, anxiously looking at the red wires extending from her nipples and pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Is this really safe?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Absolutely. There are two contacts next to each other. The discharge will go between them. It'll feel like someone pinched you.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How hard?</div></div>
Laura smiled and looked into the frightened girl's eyes.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Are you scared?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Excellent, that means you'll try your hardest. And that's the whole point of the experiment.
Let's begin.</div></div>
Laura started the timer and began asking questions. Alice answered carefully, remembering that a mistake would result in painful punishment. At first, she took much longer to answer each question than the first time. But then she calmed down a bit and sped up. Everything went well until her first mistake.
[[Continue|c4_infirmary_experiment_5]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Wrong answer.</div></div>
Laura pressed some button in the case and a sharp pain shot through the girl's nipples.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!!!</div></div>
Alice jumped from the sudden and sharp pain. It felt like her nipples were squeezed with pliers and then yanked hard.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow...</div></div>
Although the shock lasted no more than a second, the burning pain subsided slowly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Next question...</div></div>
After receiving the shock, Alice tensed up again and answered very slowly.
<span class='thought'>Just don't make a mistake, just don't make a mistake...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You're thinking too long!</div></div>
Laura pressed the button again and this time the shock pierced through the girl's clitoris.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div>
This was much more painful than the previous time. Alice felt like a hot coal was pressed against her pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Focus!
The slower and dumber your answers, the more painful it will be.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I can't focus! My nipples and clit hurt. And I'm scared you'll press that damn button again!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, try harder. It's all in your hands. Answer correctly and there won't be any more pain.</div></div>
Alas, it was easier said than done. All of the girl's thoughts were focused on the stinging pain in her intimate areas. She tried to distract herself, but fear constantly attacked her consciousness. After each answer, she froze, afraid that she had made a mistake and would receive an electric shock to her sensitive parts. Within a couple of minutes, she answered incorrectly again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaouch!!!</div></div>
This time the shock went through all three electrodes, burning her nipples and clitoris simultaneously.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oooow... It hurts!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Of course. That's the whole point. Pain should motivate you to focus and try your hardest!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It doesn't motivate shit! I'm scared, in pain, and my head can't think straight!
Let's finish. Obviously, your idea isn't working.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Because it was idiotic from the start!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">No. Listen carefully and answer the questions.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What a stubborn fool...</span>
Laura continued questioning Alice, but she had completely lost the ability to think clearly. Less than a minute passed before she made another mistake.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Wrong.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaaah!</div></div>
This time the shock was longer and stronger, making the girl scream at full volume and grip the couch with her hands.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">With each mistake, your punishment will intensify. This should help you think better.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">ARE YOU COMPLETELY INSANE??!!</div></div>
In fury, Alice tore off the electrodes, crying out in pain again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's it, I've had enough!
I don't know how you came up with this idiotic idea, but you'd have to be a complete moron to believe that someone being shocked in their most sensitive areas would start thinking better.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">We agreed that you'd complete the experiment...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well this IS the fucking end! Or do you think I'll suddenly become Einstein now?
You practically fried my clit! Look here!</div></div>
Alice pointed to the reddened skin on her pussy.
<img src="images/c4_alice_pussy_red.png" alt="c4_alice_pussy_red" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Know how much it hurts?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Nothing serious. Just a minor irritation. It'll pass in a couple of days.
Let me attach the electrodes slightly away from the damaged spot and we'll continue.</div></div>
Alice exploded at such a suggestion.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Attach them to yourself!
I'm done! Whatever you think, I honestly fulfilled my promise and helped you. You can be 100% sure - electric shocks don't add brainpower!
And if you're in doubt - keep testing it on yourself.</div></div>
Laura looked at the girl's furious face and decided not to insist on continuing.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, alright. Let's consider the experiment complete. A negative result is still a result.
Though I should have strapped you to the examination table to avoid such outbursts.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And then you would have turned my nipples and clit into barbecue!
No way!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Come on. It's not that bad. Want me to treat it?
Free of charge. As a bonus.</div></div>
Alice considered the offer. Her nipples and private parts were indeed stinging badly, and the prospect of immediate relief was tempting. However, remembering how her first "free" treatment had gone, she decided not to risk it.
<span class='thought'>Who knows what she'll come up with. What if her treatment turns out to be even more painful?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No thanks. I'll manage.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Well, if you enjoy enduring pain - who am I to judge your deviations?
Just keep in mind that for the next couple of days, you'd better not touch yourself. Otherwise, the skin irritation will take longer to heal.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh my, what a shame! And I was just planning to fiddle with my fried bean!</div></div>
Snorting, Alice started getting dressed. Laura watched her thoughtfully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">You know, I think my experiment did yield some result after all.
You've become more insolent and sarcastic.
Interesting. I'll have to think about this effect.</div></div>
Alice just smiled sarcastically.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Glad I could be of use! Your observations are invaluable to science.
All the best, our dear Dr. Mengele.
Call me if you need a lab rat again, and I'll make sure to hide far away from you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Yeah, all the best to you too...</div></div>
Laura thoughtfully watched the girl leaving her office. When the door closed behind her, she muttered:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Why would I need to call you. You'll come back to me many times on your own.
Mengele, you say?
Well, well, I'll remember that, you little pest.</div></div>
<<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("c4_infirmary_experiment","accepted")>><</silently>>
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<</if>><img src="images/c4_mia_look_inside.png" alt="c4_mia_look_inside" width="100%">
Mia looked inside.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hi! Are you busy? I have something to discuss.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi! Come in.
Something interesting? Something that would let me "pay" for a couple of exams?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Not that interesting. Have some conscience.
Just a small errand.</div></div>
The girl entered the room and looked around. The shabby interior clearly didn't impress her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">How do you live here...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Like I have any other options!
By the way, you promised to help me with that.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Alright, alright. I'll help. But that's not what we're talking about now.</div></div>
She carefully sat down on an old chair, testing it for stability first.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I need a small favor from you.
Tonight the girls will be playing cards in Roxy's room.
Join in and try to win. I'll pay you... let's say, a hundred dollars.</div></div>
Alice laughed at such an offer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mia, do you take me for a fool?
I won't get into such trouble for a hundred!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">What trouble? You just need to play cards!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">With Roxy! And any games with her end up with me getting fucked. A lot, for long, and in various ways.
And you want to drag me into this for a measly hundred?
Let me guess - they'll be playing for wishes?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Not exactly. And you don't need to lose!
On the contrary - I'm sure you'll win and get something extra beyond my payment.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then why don't you participate yourself?</div></div>
Mia ignored this suggestion.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Listen, you were the one asking what you could do to earn a little money.
Here's your chance. I need your help right now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Great! I think for a couple thousand I'll help you properly.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Are you crazy? I can't even imagine what you'd have to do for me to pay that kind of money!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then tell me the details. Maybe I'll agree to lower my fee. A little bit.
Though just getting anywhere near Roxy closer than a hundred meters can't cost less than five hundred.</div></div>
Mia grimaced at the thought of parting with money.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Fine. Five hundred for you to play cards with Roxy and the other girls tonight and try to win.
Just try honestly! No fooling around.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Trust me, knowing Roxy, losing to her at cards is the last thing I want to do.
Maybe you'll tell me why you need this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Nothing serious. Roxy just did something nasty to me, and now I want to spoil her game in revenge.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why are you sure I can win?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">They'll be playing "Drunk Queen."</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So what? I've never heard of that game.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">The rules are primitive - players get five cards each, a starting card is placed on the table. Players take turns making bets. Each turn you need to play a card that's not lower than the one on the table.
If a player can't meet this condition, the previous player becomes the winner of the round and takes the pot.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Still not very clear.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Let me show you with an example. You can't play this game with two people, but I'll try to explain.</div></div>
Mia took out a deck and started explaining the rules in detail.
<span class='thought'>Pass, call, raise, turn order, card rankings...</span>
Alice listened carefully to the rules, trying to understand the essence.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I think I get it. But how will this help me win? It's pure chance!</div></div>
Mia looked at the girl with surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You really don't see the point? Think about how the players are seated.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What difference does it make how they sit! Everything depends on whether you get good cards or not.</div></div>
Mia sighed heavily.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Yeah, analytical thinking isn't your strong suit.
What happens if a player can't beat the current card and passes?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">The player to their left wins.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">And the player to the right?</div></div>
Alice shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">The turn just doesn't reach them.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">See, now you're starting to think. Now consider that everyone has roughly equal chances of getting good cards, and the game lasts many rounds until someone runs out of chips.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And what does that mean?</div></div>
Mia looked at the girl sympathetically.
<span class='thought'>Looks like she thinks I'm stupid...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">It means you can always help the player to your left and set up the one on your right.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How will that help me? I don't even know who I'll be sitting next to! Maybe Roxy will be on my left and won't let me win!</div></div>
Mia shook her head.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I think I overestimated your intelligence.
Forget it. Just go, play, and try to win. The rest doesn't concern you.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if I lose? Roxy will surely arrange something "fun" for me!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">She can do that to you any moment anyway. And I'm offering you five hundred just to play cards.
If your brain can't handle even such a simple task - I'll find someone else.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, okay. I agree.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Indeed, what's the difference? Roxy picks on me constantly anyway. At least this way I'll get some money.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But how will I get into the game?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Roxy will invite you.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">WHAT?! Why would she do that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Don't worry about it, that's my problem. Just don't mention our little agreement. Act surprised, scared, and like you're expecting some kind of trick.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, I won't have to pretend for that.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Perfect! Then stay here tonight and wait for our rowdy friend to barge in.</div></div>
Mia stood up and headed for the door.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mia, aren't you forgetting something?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Ah, yes, right!</div></div>
She counted out some bills and handed them to Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Please don't mess this up! I'm counting on you!</div></div>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Ah, there you are!</div></div>
Roxy burst into the room like a hurricane. Of course without knocking and, of course, without saying hello.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're exactly who I need!</div></div>
Grabbing Alice by the arm, she dragged her along. Realizing she needed to protest, the girl tried to break free from the iron grip.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! Let go! What do you want from me again?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Nothing special. Quite the opposite!
You know, I'm in such a good mood today that you're being honored with playing with me and my friends.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Play what? And why me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Geez, not chess obviously! Cards, girl, cards of course.
Everyone's already gathered, but one of our girls backed out. And we need at least four players, otherwise it's not interesting.</div></div>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And then I remembered my obedient little bitch!</div></div>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good thing someone remembered you.</div></div>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So I decided to invite you. Are you happy? Proud of the honor?
I can't hear your answer!</div></div>
Roxy squeezed Alice's arm hard.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow!
Yes, I'm happy, I'm happy...
Just explain the rules - I don't even know what game we're playing.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We'll definitely explain! It's nothing complicated.</div></div>
Roxy looked pleased. Seems this was exactly the response she was expecting.
[[Continue|c4_mia_2]]<img src="images/c4_roxy_room.png" alt="c4_roxy_room" width="100%">
Roxy's room turned out to be much more spacious than the others. Of course Alice's closet-sized room was pathetic in comparison. But even Mia's quite decent room was about half the size of this one.
More precisely, it was a pair of adjoining rooms, one of which had been converted into a living room. As a result, the space looked more like an expensive hotel suite than a dorm room.
<span class='thought'>This space seems designed for six to eight people. But there are only a couple of beds.
Roxy obviously sleeps in one. And who's in the second? Probably her pet Denise.
Ah, speaking of which, there she is.</span>
<img src="images/c4_denies.png" alt="c4_denies" width="80%">
Denise emerged from the adjoining room along with another girl. Alice thought she'd seen her hanging around Roxy a couple times, but not in the inner circle.
<img src="images/c4_unknown_girl.png" alt="c4_unknown_girl" width="50%">
<span class='thought'>One of those bitches trying to get close to our bully?
Most likely... Then why does she look so confused? Like she's seen a ghost. What was Denise doing with her?
Though what do I care. The situation isn't looking good for me.</span>
Alice had thought there would be either some familiar girls among the players, or at least someone not trying to suck up to Roxy. But sitting down at a card table with this bitch and her minions - that was definitely a bad idea.
<span class='thought'>Maybe I should get out of here?
Yeah, right... Like Roxy would let me leave.
Looks like I'm in for another unwanted sexual adventure. Hopefully without the rough stuff this time. Main thing is not to argue with Roxy.</span>
Mentally preparing herself to be forced to pleasure the girls present, Alice sat down at the table.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not there. Move over here.</div></div>
Roxy pointed to the spot on her right. With a heavy sigh, Alice obediently moved.
<span class='thought'>What was it Mia said? That you can always set up the player on your right? How charming...
And how exactly did she imagine my chances of winning?
Clearly I'm in for an "exciting" evening. These three will easily beat me and pass me around.
Oh Mia, you bitch... I'll remember this!</span>
However, remembering the five hundred hidden in her room, Alice calmed down slightly. At least this time her suffering wouldn't be meaningless.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, listen to the rules.</div></div>
Roxy briefly explained what Mia had spent half an hour drilling into her. Only she didn't care at all whether Alice understood or not.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it, you'll figure out the rest as we play.
Let's divide the chips and get started!</div></div>
The game began.
The rules really were primitive. The kind of game kids play for flicks to the forehead, not grown adults for money.
<span class='thought'>Though I guess we're not playing for money here either.
By the way, what exactly are we playing for?</span>
Alice decided to show the naive innocent.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We're just playing for fun, right? Because I don't have any money.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Money? Nah, that's boring!
Of course it's for fun! Or more precisely - for pleasure.
Whoever loses has to pleasure the winner. Can you guess how?</div></div>
Roxy smirked and waggled her tongue between fingers held in a V shape, mimicking oral sex.
<span class='thought'>Well, who would have doubted that stake.</span>
Now Alice's suspicions were fully confirmed. Roxy had dragged her to the table simply as a designated sex toy.
[[Continue|c4_mia_3]]The first few minutes of the game went well, Alice even managed to increase her stack of chips slightly. However, then Roxy started dramatically raising the stakes and passing on the next round, dumping the whole pot to the girl sitting to her left. She seemed surprised by the hostess's behavior.
Roxy was having a great time. Elbowing Alice in the side, making her gasp, she asked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Can you already feel her pussy getting closer to your lips?</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Well, there it is. And I was starting to think the game would be fair.
I hope this girl doesn't suffer from frigidity and I won't have to work my tongue until it goes numb.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! By the way! Did you fulfill my little request?</div></div>
The girl Roxy addressed looked down at the floor embarrassed and started fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Yes, yes! I checked.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I wasn't asking you.</div></div>
Roxy stared intently at the other girl.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Yes... I did what you said.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Show me!</div></div>
The girl became even more embarrassed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">What, right here?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course!
Why are you being so shy! This loser will be licking your pussy like the most delicious ice cream in just a few minutes. And here you are playing the innocent little virgin.</div></div>
Sighing, the girl stood up from the table and lifted her dress, showing she wasn't wearing any underwear.
<img src="images/c4_unknown_girl_dress_up.png" alt="c4_unknown_girl_dress_up" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">There! Look, Alice. This is your evening dessert!
Should we finish playing, or do you want to start right now?</div></div>
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The girl squeaked and quickly pulled down her dress, sitting back at the table. Mia appeared in the doorway.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh, you're already playing? I wanted to join you...
I lost so much money last time, I wanted to win it back today.</div></div>
Seeing her, Roxy thought for a moment, then cheerfully offered:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course, join us!
I'm happy to start over for you.
Girls, you don't mind, right?</div></div>
Of course, no one objected.
Mia pulled up another chair and settled between Roxy and Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Great! Thanks!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Just, I'm afraid you won't want to play with us today.</div></div>
Despite inviting Mia to the table herself, Roxy was in no hurry to discard the cards and redistribute chips.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Today we're not playing for money, but for a night of love.
Well, maybe not the whole night, but at least for a few minutes. Whatever the winner decides.
However long they need.</div></div>
Roxy laughed and looked at Mia, clearly expecting her to get up and leave.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Really? Interesting. I've never played for that before.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course! You're our boring nerd who only thinks about money and studying.
So go ahead, tell us how you're not interested and get out of here. When I need money again, I'll invite you to play a game or two.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Well, why not. We can play for "pleasure".</div></div>
Roxy looked at her in surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Seriously? You only like boys!
Or have your tastes suddenly changed?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No, I'm still not interested in girls. But tonight is kind of boring. So I'm ready to play with you.</div></div>
Roxy finally threw her cards on the table and turned her whole body toward Mia.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well well well. Wait.
Our prude is ready to play cards with sex on the line?
Are you trying to trick me?
Remember my rule is absolute: gambling debts are sacred! No matter what's at stake. So if you lose - your tongue will live in my pussy until morning. And don't think about slacking off!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Maybe it'll be your chatty tongue satisfying me?
Either way, I agree. But I have one small condition. An amendment to the rules.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, did you bring marked cards?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No, we'll play with the same cards. And the main rules don't change.
So, are you in or not?
Or are you scared already?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Me? Scared? You must be confusing me with someone else!
Let's go! Tell us your amendment and get ready for some night fun.
I promise, after tonight men will seem boring and unimaginative to you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Ok, let's do it.
The amendment is simple - we'll play in reverse direction. Not left to right, but right to left.</div></div>
Roxy froze for a second thinking, then burst out laughing.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Seriously? That's all you could come up with?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">What, are you already going back on your word?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course not!
I'll even give you first move. Go ahead, shuffle and deal.</div></div>
[[Continue|c4_mia_4]]The game started anew. Only now the player order had changed. Mia was next after Alice, and after her was Roxy's turn. This time there was no period of calm play. Mia was clearly forcing events, trying to end the game as quickly as possible. As soon as the pot grew to any significant size, she would immediately fold, handing the win to Alice.
Alice noticed that Roxy kicked the girl sitting next to her under the table several times, whose turn was next. But she either didn't understand what was wanted from her, or for some reason didn't want to support Roxy.
Finally, the room's owner ran out of her last chips.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Well, looks like the game is over. Should we count, or trust our eyes?</div></div>
<img src="images/c4_chips.png" alt="c4_chips" width="80%">
Mia nodded toward the pile of chips in front of Alice. Roxy waved it off.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yeah, it's clear enough.
Well, sweetie, strip down. You're in for a night of love with me.
Denis, will you join us, or should we have fun just the two of us?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Is that even a question! Of course I'll join!
I liked her tongue last time. I think I'll enjoy her pussy too!</div></div>
Roxy and Denise grabbed Alice by the arms and started pulling off her clothes.
<span class='thought'>Damn, why did that idiot Mia do this?
Would've been better if I just went down on that girl.
This wild pair will wear me out all night!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Stop-stop-stop!
I think you misunderstood the rules, Roxy.
The game was that the loser pleasures the winner.
And here you are trying to arrange another gang bang.</div></div>
Roxy froze in confusion, twirling Alice's removed panties in her hands. She seemed not to grasp the difference.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And what exactly are you suggesting?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I'm suggesting that you honestly fulfill the game's conditions.
Specifically, right now, in front of all of us, get on your knees and properly go down on our friend.
I hope your sexual talents are enough to satisfy her?</div></div>
Smirking, Mia pulled an armchair to the center of the room and sat down, crossing her legs, her whole demeanor showing she was ready to watch the show.
<img src="images/c4_mia_in_chair.png" alt="c4_mia_in_chair" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You can begin.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Want a little show?
Is that all?
No problem! Watch and learn, our innocent one!</div></div>
Roxy quickly stripped off her clothes and pushed Alice toward the bed. She fell back uncertainly.
<span class='thought'>How unexpectedly this turned out...</span>
[[Continue|c4_mia_5]]Roxy acted confidently, not at all embarrassed by the situation. Positioning herself between Alice's legs as she lay across the bed, she began caressing the girl's thighs, gradually moving higher and higher.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, ready for some heavenly pleasure?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Enough with the self-promotion, Roxy. Get to work.</div></div>
Ignoring Mia's remarks, Roxy continued stroking Alice. Finally, her fingers reached Alice's pussy and gently teased her folds.
Alice had mixed feelings. Roxy was moving slowly and tenderly, but her gentleness was even more unsettling.
<span class='thought'>I wonder what she's planning...
She might suddenly shove those manicured fingers up my ass. Or bite me. Or do some other painful thing.
It feels like there's a wild animal near my pussy, and I don't know what to expect.</span>
Roxy seemed to sense the girl's fear and wasn't in a hurry to calm her. She unhurriedly stroked her lips with her fingers, as if contemplating what to do next.
<span class='thought'>Damn, this isn't fair! I'm supposed to be enjoying this as the winner.
Instead I'm trembling in fear, waiting for some trick.</span>
Mia apparently also sensed the ambiguity of the situation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No funny business now. If your word means anything, you need to make her feel good. No painful tricks.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I know. Don't ruin the girl's pleasure with your comments.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What pleasure? Lying here afraid of what trick might come next?</span>
Though Alice was starting to understand what Roxy meant. The sense of danger was exciting. Roxy was just gently stroking her pussy, playing with her lips and occasionally brushing her clit. But Alice's tense nerves heightened every sensation and made her shiver at each touch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See, she's already wet.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I don't want to see how wet she is, I want to see you licking! You've gotten too cocky lately.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, if you insist...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ohhh...</div></div>
Roxy's wet tongue slid along Alice's lips and plunged deep into her slit, making her moan.
<span class='thought'>Wow! How did she manage to extend her tongue so far?</span>
Roxy unhurriedly played with Alice's pussy with her nose pressed against her clit. She would plunge her tongue deep inside and wiggle it around, then slowly withdraw it to lick her lips. Alice could feel Roxy's hot breath and her hands sliding along her thighs.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Put your legs on her shoulders.</div></div>
Alice didn't realize Mia was talking to her. But Roxy decided to help, grabbing her under the knees and placing the girl's legs on her shoulders. Now Alice's pussy was even more accessible for pleasure, and Roxy's tongue could dive even deeper.
<span class='thought'>Why is she doing this?</span>
The girl wasn't sure who she was thinking about. About Mia, who was clearly trying to somehow humiliate Roxy, or about Roxy herself, who was enthusiastically working on her pussy without any embarrassment. For a second, Alice opened her eyes, deciding to see what was happening.
Mia was still sitting in the center of the room, watching the show with indifference and slight displeasure. She seemed to be expecting something different.
Denise was eagerly watching what was happening, touching herself through her tight shorts.
<img src="images/c4_denies_touch.png" alt="c4_denies_touch" width="100%">
<span class='thought'>Damn nymphomaniac...</span>
Only the unknown girl looked lost. She seemed to want to leave but didn't dare, afraid of causing displeasure from either Roxy or Mia.
Alice's thoughts were interrupted when Roxy, finally emerging from her slit, began pleasuring her clit with quick and strong tongue movements.
<img src="images/c4_roxy_lick.png" alt="c4_roxy_lick" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ahhh!</div></div>
The rush of pleasure made her lose consciousness for a second. When she came to, she felt Roxy still licking her. But now she was doing it slowly, barely touching the girl's clit and lips with her tongue, trying not to overdo it and cause painful sensations, just prolonging her pleasure and giving sharp delight from the caresses after orgasm.
After letting Alice calm down a bit, Roxy increased her assault again, raising the girl's arousal. She wasn't rushing and wasn't trying to make Alice cum as quickly as possible, but simply continued giving her pleasure, allowing her to smoothly and softly reach a new peak.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ahhhhh!</div></div>
The second orgasm lasted much longer and made the girl convulse. Roxy watched this with obvious enjoyment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, little slut, did you enjoy your mistress's tongue?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hey, that's not according to the rules!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I'm not playing anymore. The deal was honestly fulfilled.
Or do you think she didn't receive enough pleasure?</div></div>
Roxy pointed at Alice who lay motionless on the bed. She was slightly moaning and looking at the world around her with a hazy gaze.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">No, I can continue if you want, it's no trouble.
We can have fun here all night.
Alice, how about it? Want fun all night, or have you had enough?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Enough... Let me rest.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">See, the winner is fully satisfied and doesn't want any more pleasure.
But you, as I see, aren't too happy.</div></div>
Roxy demonstratively licked her lips, covered in juice from Alice's pussy and looked mockingly at Mia.
[[Continue|c4_mia_6]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What, expected something different?</div></div>
Mia shrugged, pretending she didn't care.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I didn't expect anything. We just played, you lost, and I demanded honest fulfillment of the deal.
That's all.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh, don't take me for a fool!
Why does every walking calculator who can work with numbers think they're smarter than others?
Trust me, I understand people better than you do. So I saw through your setup right away.
Decided to get revenge on me for your last loss?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Then why did you play if you thought it was all rigged?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why not? I was curious to see what you were planning.
I'll admit, I expected you to offer me money to buy my way out at the end. I'm surprised that thought didn't cross your mind!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You wouldn't have agreed anyway.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course not! Why would I?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">For some reason, your uptight mind came up with the idea that you could get revenge on me in such a strange way.
Revenge. On me. With sex.
I can't even imagine how stupid you'd have to be to believe in such an idea.</div></div>
Mia's eyes flashed angrily.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Maybe I just underestimated how much of a slut you are?</div></div>
Roxy just laughed at the insult.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh yes! You're still very far from understanding that!
Did you really think that licking this bitch would make me lose authority? Seriously?
I could suck off everyone in this university, including all the students, teachers, and janitors.
And not one of them would dare look at me sideways. Who do you think would stop respecting me?
Maybe my horny bitch in heat?</div></div>
She nodded toward Denis. Having apparently pleasured herself, she sat with a satisfied look, watching the argument with interest.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Or this stupid sheep who played along with you?
Yes, I figured out Mia bribed you. Some great mystery. And trust me, you'll get proper punishment for it. I can't stand rats.</div></div>
The face of the girl unknown to Alice immediately became frightened.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Or maybe you thought I'd lose face in front of this pet?
She'll be playing with her clit for a week at night, remembering my tongue and dreaming of getting another taste of pleasure.
Isn't that right, bitch?</div></div>
Roxy painfully grabbed Alice's bare ass.
<img src="images/c4_alice_ass_squeeze.png" alt="c4_alice_ass_squeeze" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You'll dream about my caresses at night, won't you, bitch?</div></div>
[[I will!|c4_mia_7_a]]
[[I'm not even involved in this!|c4_mia_7_b]]Deciding she'd had enough of angering Roxy for today, Alice nodded.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I will, I will!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl. You learn fast.
Now tell me, how did you like my tongue?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I loved it!
It was so wet, hot and skillful!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Enough! That's enough!
I'm tired of this show!</div></div>
Enraged by Roxy's and the other girls' behavior, Mia stormed out of the room, slamming the door.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, aren't we sensitive!
She arranged this fuck-fest herself, and now she's playing the prude.</div></div>
Roxy sprawled on the bed, leaning against Alice who was lying there, and began to think. Placing her palm on the girl's bottom so that her fingers were right by her pussy, Roxy lazily stroked the girl's slit. Her manicured fingers teased the lips, occasionally dipping inside. Roxy wasn't trying to arouse Alice or give her pleasure, but simply demonstrating her power over her, using her most intimate place as a fidget toy.
<img src="images/c4_alice_fingering.png" alt="c4_alice_fingering" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">However, this is not a good situation.
Seems I really hurt her last time, winning a substantial amount.
Didn't think that for our frugal Mia, the most serious blow would be to her wallet.</div></div>
Alice tried to lie still. She suddenly realized that now that Mia was gone, she was left alone with Roxy and her two followers.
<span class='thought'>And Roxy surely figured out I was in on it with Mia.
Seems if I want to get out of this room alive and well, I need to be as quiet and compliant as possible...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You see, bitch, here's the problem. Mia isn't a simple girl. You need to be friends with people like her.
But we got off on the wrong foot right away. She's boring. And greedy beyond belief. I don't like people like that.
So what should I do with her?</div></div>
When Alice didn't answer, Roxy pinched her bottom.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ouch!
I don't know.
Maybe you could return her money?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Can't do that. She lost it fair and square.
Well, almost fair.
Besides, that would show weakness. And people don't befriend the weak, they command them.
Am I weak?</div></div>
Alice answered quickly, not waiting for another slap or pinch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No! You're strong.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Exactly. So we need to figure out how to fix our relationship while staying equals.
Or better yet - how to get our stubborn prude under control.
That's what you'll think about.</div></div>
Alice was genuinely surprised by this turn.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course! You have to make up for your part in this setup somehow!
Or did you think I'd just forgive you?
No, my little bitch. You'll have to atone for your mistake.
And you'll have to thank me for every second of pleasure you received today.
Come on, don't waste time.</div></div>
Roxy lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart.
<img src="images/c4_roxy_split.png" alt="c4_roxy_split" width="100%">
Mentally cursing, Alice obediently moved her lips toward her crotch.
<span class='thought'>I knew it would end like this!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey, where do you think you're going?</div></div>
Roxy called out to the girl who was trying to quietly slip out of the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You messed up just as much as this bitch today!
Look, Denise is so upset. Comfort her properly.</div></div>
To Alice's eye, Denise didn't look upset at all. Rather, she seemed pleased with the show she'd gotten. But she didn't refuse more sex, and the pair settled on the neighboring bed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, lickers, do your best.
Then you'll switch places and we'll compare whose tongue is more skilled.</div></div>
[[Continue|c4_mia_7_a_end]]Alice only managed to leave Roxy's room in the morning. First, she had to satisfy Roxy, then Denise.
Then she and the other girl were placed on the table in a 69 position and forced to pleasure each other.
<img src="images/c4_69.png" alt="c4_69" width="80%">
Meanwhile, Roxy and Denise actively commented on what was happening and argued about who was trying harder.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, move those lazy tongues! Consider this a contest for the best pussy licker. Whoever cums first loses.</div></div>
Hearing this, Alice redoubled her efforts pleasuring her unfortunate companion's pussy. She didn't want to lose this twisted competition - Roxy would surely devise some punishment for the loser.
<img src="images/c4_69_2.png" alt="c4_69_2" width="80%">
But no matter how hard Alice tried, she couldn't bring the girl to orgasm. Her pussy was dripping wet and her breathing quickened, but understanding the consequences just as well as Alice, the girl resisted the pleasure washing over her. Plus, she was working Alice's pussy just as diligently with her own tongue.
<img src="images/c4_69_3.png" alt="c4_69_3" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Ooh... I'm going to cum soon myself!
Got to hold on! Otherwise Roxy will take out all her frustrations from tonight on me.</span>
This thought helped Alice regain control and she calmed down a bit.
Roxy watched intently as the girls eagerly pleasured each other. At first, she enjoyed the show and genuinely delighted in their submission. But realizing neither girl was going to give in and she wouldn't get to mock the forced orgasm of one of her victims, her mood soured.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This won't do! Since you're both so slow, we'll count you both as losers. Or maybe you're both frigid bitches. Turn over, we're going to test if your pussies still work.</div></div>
With a groan, the girls pulled away from each other. Roxy's words promised nothing good, but Alice felt relieved. Finally she could relax, stop fighting the building orgasm and give her tired tongue a rest.
Roxy pulled a double-ended dildo from her drawer and started pushing it into the pussies of the girls sitting across from each other. Alice clenched her muscles hard, not letting the toy go too deep inside her. But the other girl was caught off guard and when Roxy pushed her forward, she sank deep onto the dildo.
<img src="images/c4_69_dp.png" alt="c4_69_dp" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Ouch!</div></div>
The toy's surface was covered in special nubs. They were meant for extra stimulation but felt uncomfortable at first. Especially when impaled on the toy all at once like that.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now move those hips and prove to me you can still cum! Or I'll have to find some more serious devices for you.</div></div>
Hearing this, the girls started moving their hips, fucking themselves with the rough toy. Not wanting to drag this out, Alice began rubbing her clit with her fingers and the other girl immediately followed suit. Still sensitive from their mutual oral play, they brought themselves to climax in just a couple minutes. Roxy watched with satisfaction as the girls convulsed in orgasm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better. Hope you remember this lesson for a long time. Now get out of here!</div></div>
With that, she grabbed the girls by their hair and dragged them out of the room. Completely naked. And while Alice ran, flashing her bare bottom, from Roxy's room to her closet, she ran into a couple of other girls who gave her disapproving looks.
<span class='thought'>Damn, they probably think I went to Roxy myself trying to earn her favor.
Now all the girls will think I'm trying to suck up to her.</span>
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<</if>>Alice skillfully slipped out from under Roxy's arm and began collecting her clothes scattered around the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Just don't drag me into this!
I don't need your feuds. I have enough problems of my own.
Roxy, you're the one who dragged me here. I never asked to join your game!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, you didn't exactly resist much.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Really? And what would you have done to me if I had refused to play with you?</div></div>
Roxy laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">We would have postponed the game and moved straight to the fun part!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well then don't try to involve me in this story now!
You told me to play - I played.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Look how obedient you've become!
Quick learner.
Fine, let's say I believe you had nothing to do with this.
Though you'll still have to thank me properly for the pleasure you received.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Will you return my money I lost last time too?
If we follow your logic of "returning favors", you should.</div></div>
Roxy's face stretched into a brazen smile.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh nooo way. But if you want, I can thank you differently.
Right now even, since we're having such fun!
Bet I'll be the first girl to reach your cave.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Go to hell, you twisted pervert!</div></div>
Blushing furiously, Mia ran out of the room and Alice quickly slipped out after her before Roxy could react.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't you want to tell me something?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I don't. But you won't leave me alone with your questions anyway, will you?
Fine, let's go to my room. You can hide out there for a couple hours until Roxy cools down. Just in case she decides to arrange a fun evening for you after all.</div></div>
[[Go with Mia|c4_mia_7_b_end]]<img src="images/c4_mia_in_room.png" alt="c4_mia_in_room" width="50%">
The girls settled in Mia's room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Should we lock the door?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if Roxy...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Trust me, she wouldn't dare break into MY room.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, I'm just used to everyone being afraid of her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">That's exactly why she pushes you all around.
You act like spineless chickens and then wonder why she treats you that way.</div></div>
Alice felt the urge to explain to Mia, in not-so-polite terms, the reason for their compliant behavior. However, she didn't want to ruin their relationship.
<span class='thought'>I shouldn't forget that Mia is currently the only person who can help me finish this "education" faster.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Anyway, that's not important. That's not what we're talking about now.
Go ahead, ask your questions. I'll answer. But only those that are relevant and don't affect my interests!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why did you set all this up?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">First of all, as you've already heard, Roxy cheated me out of quite a large sum. And I don't forgive such things.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Such a large amount that you didn't mind spending five hundred to get revenge? Or even more...
You paid that girl who sat on the other side of Roxy too, right? How much did she get?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">None of your business.
Yes, the amount was very large. A few hundred is nothing in comparison.
But what's most unpleasant is that Roxy deceived me. And I REALLY hate being deceived.
When I sat down to play with her, I had calculated everything and was sure I would win. But I didn't account for others helping her.
They were probably afraid she'd take revenge if she lost.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Yeah, Roxy was right - you really don't understand people if you didn't figure that would happen.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So this time you decided to bribe everyone?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why not? If she solves problems with violence and fear, I do it with money.
I think that's fair!
And that's, by the way, the second reason why I arranged this game.
I really don't like Roxy, her behavior, and the kind of relationships she creates here. Living in a brothel run by a sexually obsessed pervert - no thank you!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Yeah, you'd prefer it to be a quiet meadow with sheep that you regularly fleece. Less noise - more money.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How did you arrange all this?
I understand you just paid the girls. But you needed us to sit in the right places. What if Denise had been in my place?
Or did you not care who won? As long as Roxy lost.</div></div>
Mia hesitated but decided to answer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I was almost certain Roxy would try to set you up to lose and put you on her right.
And no, I didn't care who won. If Roxy had to pleasure Denis, it wouldn't have had any effect. They're practically a couple.
But making her lick a stranger's pussy... That should have undermined her authority.</div></div>
Alice just shook her head at such naivety.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You know, if you want to insult or humiliate someone again - you should take a few lessons from Roxy herself. She really knows how to do it.
You're being very naive about all this.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Roxy constantly coerces girls into all sorts of perversions. So I thought if we put her in a similar position, she'd lose some of her arrogance.
I didn't consider she'd try so hard to save face.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean? I think your stunt didn't affect her at all.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh no! It definitely got to her! Why else would she make such a scene afterward, proving how much she "didn't care"?
She just realized the only way to save face was to show that she wasn't at all humiliated by having to pleasure you orally.
Clever bitch.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So Roxy acted on the principle of "if you can't avoid rape - relax and enjoy it"?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">More like "pretend it was the plan all along".</div></div>
Mia stood up and began pacing the room thoughtfully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Anyway, it's a shame my plan wasn't completely successful. However, whatever Roxy thinks, I'll make sure everyone knows about today's incident. So we still damaged her reputation. Though not as much as I had hoped.
I'm really tired of the crazy things she does here. So I'll definitely figure out how to get her kicked out of the university. Or at least curb her enthusiasm.
I hope I can count on your help?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Of course!
Especially if my help will be well compensated.</div></div>
Mia looked at Alice in surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Isn't this in our mutual interests?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Exactly. But I'm the one who has to face all the consequences of your schemes. So I expect decent compensation.</div></div>
Mia thought for a moment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I hope you weren't too shocked by what happened?
Though I did pay you fairly for it...</div></div>
It seemed Mia had only just realized that her game involved not just Roxy, but other girls too.
<span class='thought'>What, conscience waking up? Maybe I can play on that?</span>
Alice feigned indignation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You only paid me to play cards and try to win! There was no talk about Roxy practicing her lesbian skills on me!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">That was implied. Don't try to fool me. I won't give you more money.
I just wanted to sympathize with you as a human being, if you found it very unpleasant.</div></div>
Realizing her ploy hadn't worked, Alice decided to stop playing the victim.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it's all fine. Just lying there on the bed while the proud and arrogant Roxy kneels before you and pleasures you with her tongue.
There was definitely something to it. Well, once I stopped being afraid she'd bite me.
Besides, she really licks amazingly well! Guys have tried to pleasure me like that a couple times. But their awkward movements don't compare at all to what I got today.
By the way, she offered it to you too! Maybe you were wrong to refuse? You could have gotten lots of pleasure!</div></div>
Alice looked at Mia with a smirk. But Mia didn't appreciate the joke, and looking at her warily, moved further away from the girl and checked the time.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Judging by the time, Roxy has either calmed down or is now taking it out on that fool who didn't think to run out after us. Either way, she's not concerned with you right now.
So you should go back to your room, because your talk is starting to scare me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Come on, I was just joking!</div></div>
Nevertheless, Alice didn't test Mia's hospitality any further and quickly went back to her room.
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<<else>>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why the hell are you barging in so early?</div></div>
An irritated Mia sat on the bed. The knock on the door had clearly woken her up, and she needed some time to fully shake off her sleepiness.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We've got news that'll wake you up better than the strongest coffee!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Did you find something out?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, and I think it's really important.</div></div>
Alice gave a detailed account of the conversation she overheard while Miss Endelf was feeling her up.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Holy shit... This isn't just petty sexual harassment anymore - this is way more serious.</div></div>
Alice had her own thoughts about how "petty" Roxy's harassment was. But she decided now wasn't the time to explain to Mia that she was underestimating the scale of Roxy's advances.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So what do you think we should do about it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I'll report Roxy's drug dealing to the police. Not just an anonymous tip - I'll make sure it gets to people who won't "lose" the information. You said she's getting a big shipment next week?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah, that's what I heard. But are you sure the police will handle it right?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I'm not sure Roxy will end up in jail - her family has enough pull to get her out of almost any trouble. But they'll definitely kick her out of university. They'll probably move her to another city to avoid the scandal. And that's exactly what we need, right?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But we don't know what this drug is. What if it's legal?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Even if it's not classified as a narcotic, based on the effects you described, it's definitely prescription-only. When they find a bunch of this stuff during a search, she'll be in deep shit.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You think she keeps it in her room?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Where else? Nobody in our dorm would dare snoop through Roxy's stuff just out of curiosity. So she doesn't have anywhere safer.</div></div>
[[ - Yes, that makes the most sense. Let's do it. | c5_branch_1_mia]]
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why the hell are you barging in so early?</div></div>
An irritated Mia sat on the bed. The knock on the door had clearly woken her up, and she needed some time to fully shake off her sleepiness.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Early? The sun's been up for an hour!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Besides, you're not the one who had to spend all night at Roxy's party. So quit complaining.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You two are in quite a mood today... Fine, tell me what you found out. I hope I didn't send you there for nothing?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, it started all prim and proper. Almost like a high society gathering with ladies in expensive dresses and gentlemen in fancy suits. But at night it turned into a real Cinderella story.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">What do you mean?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Proper Roxy turned into Real Roxy at midnight. Well, maybe not exactly midnight - I wasn't watching the clock. But when most guests left, she threw a wild orgy for her "inner circle." All the classic party elements - sex, booze, and rock'n'roll.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Usually people say "sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll"</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Nah, just booze there. Maybe some people were doing stuff on the down-low, but I didn't see it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">That's it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What else did you expect from a Roxy party? Thought she'd be plotting world domination?</div></div>
Mia frowned in disappointment. She'd clearly expected more from the girls' reconnaissance mission.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Well, at least tell me who was in the orgy. Maybe we can use that somehow.</div></div>
Alice gave detailed descriptions of all participants and what went down.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Interesting. That girl you mentioned who got double-teamed... From your description, that's Betty. I know her pretty well. And that's really surprising! She's usually so shy and modest.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Roxy knows how to bring out people's inner demons. And the shy ones are usually the wildest in bed. Didn't you know that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Really? Never heard that before.
Hey! Why are you looking at me like that?!</div></div>
<img src="images/c5_party_26.png" alt="c5_party_26" width="50%">
Alice and Sophie feigned complete innocence.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean? We're just waiting for our hard-earned money!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh... Right...</div></div>
Mia unlocked her dresser drawer, quickly counted out the amount, and handed the girls two thin stacks.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Always a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Modest!</div></div>
Sophie winked at the flustered Mia and left the room. Alice didn't stick around either and headed back to her own room.
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<<if $told_about_drugs>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party", "branch_5_stop_drugs")>>
<<elseif $told_about_problems>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party", "branch_4_inspection")>>
<<else>>
<<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party", "c5_branch_3_roxy")>>
<</if>>
<</silently>><div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Perfect! I'll let the right people know and by next week, Roxy will be gone.</div></div>
Mia smiled with satisfaction.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You have no idea how happy I am that we finally found a way to get rid of her!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hold your horses. Let's see how this plays out first.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I'm sure after a scandal like this, they won't keep Roxy around. So get ready to celebrate our victory!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Speaking of victory. You owe us a thousand dollars each for this spy operation.</div></div>
Mia went to her dresser, opened one of the drawers with a small key, rummaged around, and pulled out the money.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Here you go. You definitely earned it!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">So, maybe we deserve a bonus? For a job well done?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">We didn't agree to that. Besides - I'm the one who'll pass this info to the right people in the police. That's the crucial part. So you could say I'm doing the heavy lifting.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I see. Never doubted your generosity and modesty!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Generosity and modesty? Forget those words! They're really bad for your financial health.</div></div>
After saying goodbye to Mia, the girls went their separate ways. Now they just had to wait for the police to show up with a search warrant and arrest Roxy.
[[Continue |loc_alice_room]]
<<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party", "branch_1_mia")>><</silently>><div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I don't understand why you don't want to go straight to the police?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if it turns out to be completely legal? Or what if Roxy has all the necessary prescriptions or whatever? Can you imagine what she'll do here when she figures out someone tried to rat her out to the cops?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Good point. Yeah, I hadn't thought of that. Roxy only seems clueless, but she's far from stupid and might be prepared for something like this. So what do you suggest?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let's first figure out what this substance is. At least roughly. So we really understand if we can get rid of Roxy this way.</div></div>
Mia thoughtfully drummed her fingers on the bed frame.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">How are we going to find that out? I don't know any pharmacists or chemists. My family's in finance, not medicine. Accountants and lawyers won't help us identify this drug.</div></div>
Alice's face fell. She'd thought a rich kid would easily find the right specialist.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can't you just hire someone?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">And how do you imagine that? I just walk into some lab and ask: "Hey guys, I found these weird pills! Can you check what they are? I'll pay you!" They'd turn me in to the cops themselves!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Girls, you're making this harder than it needs to be. We all know a pharmacist who loves experimenting with various substances. She could probably figure out what this drug is, especially if we describe its effects.</div></div>
Mia and Alice looked at Sophie blankly. Alice got it first.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Laura!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Exactly. Given how many questionable substances she keeps in her cabinets, she'll probably be interested if we bring her a sample.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You think she can figure out what it is? I'm not sure the university lab has the right equipment.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's worth a try anyway.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Fine, do whatever you think is best. But you'll have to find samples in Roxy's stuff yourselves! And I'm not paying for this! This is purely your initiative. I would've just turned Roxy in to the cops and been done with it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Speaking of payment.</div></div>
Sophie made the universal money gesture, rubbing her fingers together.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Where's our reward for the successful spy operation?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Some spies you turned out to be...</div></div>
Mia grumbled but honestly handed over the agreed amount.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">When you figure out what kind of crap Roxy's involved with - let me know. We'll decide what to do next.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Of course!</div></div>
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<<silently>><<run setup.finish_scene("c5_roxy_party", "branch_2_laura")>><</silently>><img src="images/c5_intro.png" alt="c5_intro" width="100%">
A few days later, Alice and Sophie were sitting together in the cafeteria having breakfast as usual. Surprisingly, Mia sat down in the empty seat next to them.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hi girls!</div></div>
<img src="images/c5_intro_mia.png" alt="c5_intro_mia" width="50%">
The girls returned the greeting but exchanged puzzled looks.
<span class='thought'>Maybe there are no free seats?</span>
Alice looked around.
<span class='thought'>No, there are lots of empty tables.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why are you looking around? Is something wrong?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, everything's fine...
It's just that you usually eat alone. So I'm trying to understand why you decided to sit with us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Well, sometimes it gets lonely eating by myself. I thought we could gossip a bit, share some juicy stories.</div></div>
Sophie, who had been watching Mia and Alice with a slight smile on her face, snorted when she heard this explanation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Oh, come on!
You can tell those stories to Alice. I know you too well. Tell us straight up what you want.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">In a few days, our "golden students" are throwing a party. I need you to check it out and fill me in on all the details later.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why don't you go yourself? You're not poor either.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I don't attend such events. And everyone knows that well. If I suddenly change my habits - it will look suspicious. Especially after the recent card game. As soon as I show up at this party, Roxy and her friends will stick to me and won't take their eyes off me until the very end. And I don't want them thinking I'm snooping around.</div></div>
Alice groaned as if in tooth pain.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy again! Does anything bad happen in this snake pit without her?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">If you haven't figured it out yet, usually the bad stuff happens because of her.</div></div>
Alice pondered whether she wanted to put herself at risk again, but Sophie had already decided for both of them.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Fifteen hundred each and we'll do it!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Have some conscience.</div></div>
Mia seemed genuinely surprised by such audacity.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">One thousand for both of you, split it however you want.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well then, good luck participating in this party yourself. Hope you have a great time.</div></div>
And with that, she buried her nose in her plate, making it clear through her demeanor that the conversation was over.
Mia sighed heavily.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Why are you so difficult to deal with?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Because you're stingy. When we need something from you - you have strict prices for everything and no discounts. But when you need something - you're always trying to get it cheaper, or even for free.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Fine. Will one thousand each work for you?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Now that's more like it. But if we need to spend any money on preparation, you'll cover all of it. You know, like buying dresses or getting makeup done.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You probably won't need to, but fine, I'll pay for that too if necessary.</div></div>
Alice, who had been a bit lost during these negotiations, finally decided to voice her thoughts.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait, what are you even talking about? Mia said this is a party for rich kids. How will we even get in? Who's going to invite us?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">It won't be easy, but I have an idea...</div></div>
[[Continue|c5_private_party_1]]Some of the girls having breakfast in the cafeteria occasionally glanced with surprise at Alice and Sophie's table. They couldn't understand what they were quietly whispering about with Mia who had joined them. And when their voices grew louder, all eyes turned toward them. But, oblivious to this, Alice and Mia started shouting.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Go to hell, you stingy bitch!</div></div>
Yelling this, Alice splashed the remaining juice from her glass in Mia's face and ran out of the cafeteria with tears in her eyes. Sophie hurried after her. Mia, with an angry expression, tried to wipe the stains off her light-colored clothes, but wasn't having much success.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Piece of shit...</div></div>
Giving up the futile effort, Mia also left the cafeteria. Most of the girls watched her leave with surprised looks. Only Roxy observed this scene with undisguised pleasure. As usual, she sat surrounded by her followers, and the unfolding drama had amused her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well, well, what passions we have here!
And surprisingly, without my involvement. I'm almost offended...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">What do you think they were arguing about?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I don't know... Maybe about boys or exams?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">About boys? You think Mia has a boyfriend? Or Alice? And Mia started hitting on him?</div></div>
The topic of boys clearly interested Denise and she began making assumptions. But Roxy just rolled her eyes in response.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">God, you're such an idiot...
They were arguing about money! Money! What else would anyone talk about with Mia?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ah, I see... And here I thought...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't do that again. You're not good at it. Better get me more scrambled eggs.</div></div>
Denise obediently got up from the table and, swaying her hips in tight jeans, headed toward the food counter.
<img src="images/c5_intro_denise.png" alt="c5_intro_denise" width="50%">
Roxy followed her assets with an intent gaze and thoughtfully muttered:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Looks like our newbie is completely broke if she decided to ask Mia for something.
And the red kitten too, if she can't help her friend out. Interesting situation. Promising.</div></div>
[[Continue|c5_private_party_2]]Over the past few months, Alice had gotten used to the local customs and was no longer embarrassed about showering with other girls. She quickly realized that no one was interested in her charms. Only Roxy would demonstratively devour her with her eyes, make lewd comments, and occasionally engage in minor mischief like slapping her bare bottom or flicking her nipples. It was unpleasant, but Alice understood that the best way to deal with the situation was to ignore her antics. She simply tried to come to the shower early to avoid Roxy and always took the far corner, trying not to draw attention to herself. Even now, she and Sophie had come before everyone else and were hurriedly washing, hoping to finish their morning routine before Roxy appeared.
<img src="images/c5_shower.png" alt="c5_shower" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Like what you see?</div></div>
Alice turned around fearfully and saw Roxy. She was smirking at Sophie who was standing nearby. Deciding not to invite trouble, Alice cautiously asked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you mean?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I wasn't talking to you!
I was talking to our red kitten. While you were washing, she was staring so intently at your ass!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">That's not true!</div></div>
Sophie began loudly protesting and denying it, but her face was inexplicably flushed red.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on! I understand completely. I like it too.</div></div>
Roxy came up close and started caressing Alice's bottom, sliding her fingers dangerously close to her holes.
<img src="images/c5_shower_ass.png" alt="c5_shower_ass" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Firm, round and such soft skin... I totally understand your interest!</div></div>
Alice froze in fear and anticipation of trouble. She hoped that Roxy would play around for a few seconds and leave her alone, but she firmly pressed her against her muscular body and was fondling and squeezing her butt with pleasure, clearly not intending to interrupt her enjoyment.
<img src="images/c5_shower_ass_2.png" alt="c5_shower_ass_2" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">And I was wondering - why do you come to shower before everyone else? Are you hiding from me?
But it turns out you're trying to get some private time.
No need to be shy! We're all friends here, we all understand.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>How annoying you are with your teasing...</span>
Alice tried to pull away from Roxy, but she allowed her to take half a step back before suddenly pushing her against the wall, simultaneously forcing her knee between the girl's legs. Now Alice was practically sitting with her crotch on Roxy's thigh, while her hand still firmly held Alice from behind. Sophie looked sympathetically at the helpless victim but didn't dare to stand up for her friend.
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<span class='thought'>I hope Sophie doesn't make any sudden moves! Or we'll both end up in a sex marathon for a couple of hours.
Hopefully she'll finish playing soon and let me go.</span>
Roxy slowly rocked her prey on her thigh, making her slide her pussy along the wet skin.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I actually wanted to talk to you. But you're always hiding somewhere.
Today I even had to get up early so you wouldn't run away.</div></div>
Only now did Alice realize that Roxy had come to the shower alone, not as usual surrounded by her group of friends.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And what... Did you... Want to talk about?</div></div>
Alice tried to speak in an even and indifferent tone, but against her wishes, the words followed Roxy's rhythm of movement and sounded as if she was very engaged in the process.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh my! Are you already wet?</div></div>
Roxy pressed her thigh even harder against Alice's pussy without stopping her movements.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're becoming a real slut! I like it!</div></div>
The girl only bit her lip. She wasn't feeling aroused yet, but unwanted thoughts were starting to creep into her head.
<span class='thought'>Her skin is so smooth... I can feel every muscle in her thigh...
Do girls usually have such strong arms?...</span>
Alice bit her lip harder, not wanting to play along with her assailant. Fortunately, Sophie decided to interject into the conversation and try to distract Roxy from her friend.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">So what did you want to talk to us about?</div></div>
Roxy turned her head toward her but didn't stop her movements.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Heard your conversation with Mia. Are you completely broke?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Not completely. We just wanted to ask for a discount on her exam. We're a little short.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Asking Mia for a discount? How naive!</div></div>
Roxy laughed, causing her thigh to move even faster under Alice's crotch.
<span class='thought'>Oh... Now this is dangerous!</span>
Alice felt warmth beginning to build in her lower abdomen.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Remember, bitches, if you want to ask for something - come to me. You can always make a deal with me!</div></div>
She stared intently at Sophie. Sophie looked at Alice seeking advice, but the girl was completely focused on her own sensations.
<span class='thought'>I wonder if I fake an orgasm, will she let me go?
That's clearly what she's trying to achieve.</span>
Alice decided to play along, started breathing heavily and began moving her hips slightly on her own. Roxy loosened her grip a little.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better. My arm was getting tired moving your lazy ass.
Come on, move by yourself. With passion. And don't you dare slack off or cum until I allow it!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Bitch!</span>
Despite her mental outrage, Alice obediently began rubbing against the extended thigh. Now Roxy was only slightly holding her and the girl was practically sitting with her pussy on Roxy's leg.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it. Up and down. Decisively and with broad strokes! And press tighter, I want to feel your clit sliding against my skin!</div></div>
She turned her gaze to Sophie.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? How long do I have to wait for your request?</div></div>
Sighing sadly and lowering her eyes, she timidly asked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Roxy, could you lend us some money? We'll pay it back in a couple of weeks!</div></div>
Roxy feigned surprise and indignation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Is that how you ask?
Come on, do it properly!</div></div>
She indicated with her eyes downward, hinting at exactly how the girl should ask.
Understanding that there were no good ways out of the situation anymore, Sophie obediently got down on her knees in front of her and reached with her lips toward Roxy's pussy.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl, you understood everything correctly. I didn't teach you for nothing!
And now, my beauties, I want you to be maximally passionate and affectionate!
And if I'm satisfied with you, I'll help you with your problem.</div></div>
[[Continue|c5_private_party_3]]The girls who came to the shower encountered an amazing sight. In the far corner, leaning against the wall stood Roxy. Alice, red with arousal, was actively rubbing herself against her outstretched thigh. Remembering the prohibition against cumming without permission, she tried to restrain herself, but she didn't dare slow down. So for several minutes she had been holding herself on the edge of orgasm. Below on her knees, hugging the athlete's other leg, sat Sophie, quickly working her tongue in Roxy's pussy. At the same time, the girl was caressing her ass and thighs, trying to bring the aggressor to her peak as quickly as possible and ease her friend's fate.
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Finally, the shower was filled with the growling cry of Roxy reaching orgasm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Aaarrr!</div></div>
She grabbed Sophie by the hair and pressed her face hard into her crotch, not letting her stop the caresses.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good!</div></div>
Finally, she pushed the girl away from herself. Allowing Alice to get off her thigh, she grabbed her firmly and, forcing her to look straight into her eyes, began teasing her clit with her fingers.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaaaah!</div></div>
Being on the edge, Alice immediately came from such intense movements and also screamed throughout the shower.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad.</div></div>
Roxy looked at the exhausted friends lying at her feet.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You know how to be affectionate when you try.
Very well, I'll listen to your request. Come to my room after dinner, we'll talk.</div></div>
With these words, she left the shower. The girls remained lying on the shower floor, quietly discussing what had happened.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Could have been worse...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But she didn't even promise us anything! Do you think we'll be able to make a deal with her?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We'll find out tonight.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if she starts harassing us again?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">She probably will. Just don't resist and try to satisfy her as quickly as possible. After orgasm she usually calms down.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">This is such madness... I already regret even starting that conversation with Mia!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Look at life more simply. At least you got pleasure from it, while I was just used. But I'm not complaining.</div></div>
Alice looked at her friend with indignation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't want this!</div></div>
Sophie just shrugged in response, getting up.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I just try to look at everything positively. Let's quickly rinse off and go have breakfast.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay.</div></div>
Alice got up heavily and stood under the shower streams.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">By the way, were you really looking at my butt when Roxy approached?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Of course I wasn't! Don't you know Roxy? She'll see lewdness anywhere!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's true.</div></div>
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<</if>>In the evening, the girls approached Roxy's room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, shall we go in?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait...</div></div>
Alice listened carefully. Some strange sounds were coming from behind the tightly closed door.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm feeling uneasy. Maybe we should forget this whole thing? Let's go to sleep and try to forget about everything.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You think Roxy will also forget that we didn't come see her? Unlikely.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We'll say everything's fine now and we don't need her help anymore.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You were a bit preoccupied this morning, so you must not have listened to her carefully. But I remember that Roxy didn't ALLOW us to come see her, she ORDERED us to.
And believe me, if we ignore this order, she'll definitely arrange some kind of punishment for us. And it won't be gentle cuddling in the shower!</div></div>
With these words, Sophie firmly knocked on the door.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come in, don't be shy!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't like the sound of her voice...</div></div>
[[Open the door|c5_private_party_5]]In the "guest" room where Alice had played cards earlier, there was no one. But when they went into the bedroom, the girls understood why Roxy had said "don't be shy." Upon entering, they saw Roxy energetically using a strap-on on Denise, who was on all fours in front of her. Roxy looked cheerful and lively. What was happening clearly entertained her more than aroused her. Denise, however, had a completely dazed look. She stared ahead with unfocused eyes and seemed like she might lose consciousness at any moment. Judging by her state, this kind of fun had been going on for a while. Alice could hear loud buzzing - evidently, the strap-on had a powerful vibrator built in.
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<span class='thought'>Poor girl...</span>
Alice felt no sympathy for Denise, honestly considering her Roxy's plaything. But seeing her in such a state made the girl feel sorry for her.
<span class='thought'>I wonder how often Roxy treats her like this? I thought she was gentler with her friends.</span>
Noticing Alice and Sophie's frightened looks, Roxy decided to explain her actions.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I want to make this bitch cum at least a couple more times.
She's already had eight orgasms. But I think she's capable of more.
Isn't that right? You can handle more?</div></div>
With these words, she leaned forward and firmly grabbed Denise's nipple.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Mmmm...</div></div>
In response to the clearly painful roughness, the girl only moaned.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Help me out?</div></div>
Alice and Sophie exchanged glances.
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The girls quickly ran out of the room, accompanied by Roxy's laughter, and closed the door behind them.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What should we do?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Let's go sit in my room and wait until she's done having fun. Judging by Denise's state, she won't last much longer.
I think we can come back in about half an hour.</div></div>
On the way to the room, Alice asked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why does Roxy treat her like that?</div></div>
Sophie just shrugged and quietly remarked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Maybe because Roxy is a real bitch?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But Denise is always hanging around her and doing everything she says! I thought she did that so Roxy wouldn't hurt her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And she'll keep behaving the same way. You'll see - tomorrow morning she'll be back to normal and continue pleasing her mistress in every way.
I wouldn't even be surprised to learn that Denise agreed to this herself.</div></div>
Alice stared at her friend in surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy fucked her almost to unconsciousness! Did you see Denise's eyes? She can't understand anything! She looks like she's high on something. It seemed impossible for someone to be brought to such a state just from sex!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Denise is a perpetually horny idiot. She might have made a bet with Roxy. Like saying she could cum ten times in a row.
Or blurted out something like: "I want you to fuck me until I pass out!"
So Roxy's making her follow through on her words.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's insane!
I still don't believe she could have voluntarily agreed to this.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You shouldn't doubt it. A year ago I wouldn't have believed it either. But now...
Denise has changed a lot lately. She was always loose and silly, but lately she's turned into a complete dumb bimbo who only thinks about sex. I think she doesn't care who or how to fuck anymore - the more sex, the better.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Has she become like Roxy?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">No. Roxy isn't like that. She can control herself, she just doesn't see the need to. But for Denise, sexual adventures have really become her meaning of life.</div></div>
The girls sat quietly for a while. Alice pondered Sophie's words. Then carefully asked:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sophie, tell me... If Roxy doesn't leave me alone...
I won't break and become like that, will I?</div></div>
Despite the worry in her friend's voice, Sophie smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Don't worry, the fact that you're asking means you won't. I think you don't have the right personality for it.
As far as I know, Denise was wild from her first days here and tried to get with Roxy.
You don't get turned on when she torments and humiliates you, right?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Of course not!</div></div>
Alice shook her head firmly, but then thought about it.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Although... Sometimes I get aroused against my will. Even this morning. You saw what state she got me into!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I think that's different.
But better take my advice - when Roxy is playing with you, just think about getting through that moment.
Don't focus on your sensations. Whether pleasure or pain. First - that's exactly what Roxy wants. If she understands that you're indifferent to her attacks, she'll bother you much less often. And second - otherwise you'll constantly think about what you felt at this or that moment, whether you liked it or not, whether you disliked it enough, and all that stuff. Such thoughts can really drive you crazy.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, I'll try.</div></div>
Sophie looked at the clock on the wall.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Half an hour has passed. I think Roxy has finished her crazy marathon.
It's not nice to say this, but we got lucky. After such fun, she probably doesn't have energy left to torment us too. There's a chance to have a normal conversation with her.
Well, shall we go?</div></div>
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Roxy stared at Alice in bewilderment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What did you say?</div></div>
Alice herself was surprised by the exclamation that escaped her.
<span class='thought'>What devil pulled my tongue?</span>
But it was too late to back down. So she tried as delicately as possible to reason with Roxy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy, please stop. You can see she's not well.</div></div>
Hearing these words, Sophie quietly groaned, clearly understanding what would happen next and asking herself why the universe had sent her such an insufferable friend. However, to the girls' surprise, Roxy didn't get angry at the inappropriate request. On the contrary - she pulled the strapon out of Denise's pussy and slightly pushed her away, allowing the exhausted victim to fall onto the bed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Fine, I'm being nice today.
Hear that, bitch?</div></div>
She slapped Denise hard on the ass.
<span class='thought'>Mmmm....</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Caring Alice decided to save you!
Don't forget to thank her later for this favor.</div></div>
Moving heavily, Denise struggled to crawl away. Roxy remained standing, waving the large strapon.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? How long should I wait?</div></div>
Alice understood where this was going, but tried to carefully wriggle out of the dangerous situation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Thank you for letting her go.
What are you waiting for?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't play dumb. I said the bitch under me would cum two more times. And since you begged me to let Denise go - take her place.
Or will you convince your friend to take the hit for you? I don't really care which of you I stretch out.
But decide quickly. Because if I don't stick this cock in someone's hole in a minute, I'll think of something more fun than a couple of orgasms.</div></div>
Sighing, Alice quickly undressed and got on all fours in front of Roxy, taking the same position Denise was in.
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<span class='thought'>I hope this won't be long or painful.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Excellent picture!
And most importantly - how quickly you learned to get into position when ordered. Good bitch, I praise you.</div></div>
Roxy came right up to the girl and grabbed her ass, painfully digging her long nails into the tender skin and spreading Alice's "buns" apart.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't squeal. I'm choosing which of your holes I'll uncork today.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, just not in my ass!</div></div>
Alice imagined Roxy shoving her giant strapon into her tight anus, and reflexively tried to dodge. For which she immediately received a painful spank on her bottom.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't you dare squirm!
When will you finally remember that I am the one who decides where and how you'll be fucked?</div></div>
She ran her nail along the girl's anus and pussy. Alice trembled from the unpleasant sensation and fear, but didn't dare pull away anymore. And Roxy was clearly enjoying the moment. She alternated between massaging the girl's holes with her fingers and pressing into them with sharp nails, causing mild pain and scaring her victim.
Finally, she had her fill of enjoying her fear and announced her decision.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Since you're being so obedient today and offered up your holes at the first demand, I suppose I'll be nice.
Rejoice, today you'll keep your ass intact. We'll please your pussy instead.</div></div>
Alice exhaled in relief. Her pussy's encounter with Roxy's strapon would hardly be an easy trial, but it still sounded less frightening than an assault on her ass.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why so quiet? Already forgot how to behave?
I could change my mind...</div></div>
Alice realized what Roxy was expecting from her and quickly cried out:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry!
Thank you for sparing my butt!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's better.</div></div>
Roxy pushed her hard in the back, making her fall onto the bed, then brought her legs together and sat on them, pressing the girl firmly against the bed. Alice could feel Roxy unhurriedly positioning the thick cock at her hole.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, be careful.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Of course. Haven't you noticed yet that I'm always gentle and careful?</div></div>
And with one smooth motion she drove her instrument into Alice's hole.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ahhh!</div></div>
The girl screamed, but mostly from fright. The member, abundantly covered in Denise's lubrication, easily penetrated her causing only discomfort from its too-large size.
Roxy made several smooth and deep thrusts, letting Alice properly feel the size of the toy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Like it?</div></div>
Alice didn't answer, trying to shift slightly forward and not allow Roxy to impale her too deeply. But her assailant pressed her into the bed with all her weight, not allowing movement. The strapon tightly entered the girl's pussy, completely filling her. Without stopping her movement, Roxy commented on what was happening.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This is even more interesting! It's nice to watch how tightly you stretch around this toy.
I think I've loosened our friend's holes too much. I'll need to send her to Laura - let her make my bitch a first-class virgin again.
Or no. Better I'll work her ass the same way first, then we'll restore both. So we don't have to go twice.</div></div>
Alice barely listened to her words. The large member stretching her pussy occupied all her thoughts and made her tremble with anxiety. She understood that if Roxy wanted, she could cause her terrible pain with a couple of sharp movements. So far she wasn't being brutal and moved smoothly, but each time she plunged deeper into the girl.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow!</div></div>
Alice cried out in surprise when the tip of the member pressed against her cervix. Roxy pulled out completely and commented:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad. Not as deep as my bitch Denise, but quite good nonetheless.</div></div>
Plunging the member back into Alice she continued to fuck her unhurriedly. But now she went to maximum depth each time and slightly wiggled her hips. From these movements, Alice felt like a living creature was penetrating her pussy, completely filling her and moving inside.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! Why are you standing there looking bored?</div></div>
Roxy turned to Sophie, who was trying not to watch what was happening.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't act like a prude! I'm sure you wouldn't mind properly stretching your friend yourself.
Don't be shy! Get comfortable and enjoy yourself.</div></div>
Obeying her words, Sophie sat on the adjacent bed and, lifting her skirt, slipped her hand into her panties. Intently watching the member moving tightly in Alice's hole, she began pleasuring herself.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Good girl! You understand everything right away and don't show off.
Watch, enjoy, and don't you dare get distracted!</div></div>
[[Continue|c5_private_party_5_3_1]]Roxy played with the girls for a long time and inventively. First she made Sophie cum while watching her friend being fucked. Then she demanded the same from Alice herself. The girl found it difficult to reach her peak and even tried to fake an orgasm, but Roxy saw through her act and spanked her ass painfully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Your acting skills aren't good enough to fool me!</div></div>
The girl had to help herself with her fingers. That way things went faster and soon she too was trembling and screaming from the wave of intense pleasure that washed over her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ahhh!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's much better!
Now I want to rest, and you keep having fun. Don't forget - you still owe me another orgasm!</div></div>
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Roxy lay on her back, and Alice positioned herself on top, slowly lowering herself onto the strapon. This time she controlled the process herself so fear of pain didn't distract her, but she still had to bounce on the member for a long time to reach her second orgasm. She didn't dare try to deceive Roxy again. When the girl stopped shuddering from sharp pleasure, Roxy slapped her butt and commanded shortly:
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Get off.</div></div>
Alice carefully lifted herself off the strapon. From such lengthy play with a toy too large for her, her hole was stretched and the girl felt it would take quite a while before she returned to normal.
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<span class='thought'>Maybe I should visit Laura? She could easily fix me up.</span>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why did you freeze? Get underneath and help her with your tongue.</div></div>
Alice carefully got down on her knees by the bed. Now the girls' pussies were just inches from her nose, and Roxy's moving ass was practically sitting on her face. Denise's pussy was flushed and glistening with wetness.
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<span class='thought'>How long has she been fucking her?
And she wants me to lick that?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey, did you fall asleep down there? Get moving, or you'll take her place.</div></div>
Alice flinched and, accepting her fate, tried to reach Denise's pussy with her tongue. It wasn't easy. There wasn't enough room and her head kept either bumping into Roxy's ass or getting squeezed between Denise's legs. Finally she managed to somehow reach the girl's clit and started moving her tongue energetically, trying to make her orgasm as quickly as possible.
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<span class='thought'>Mmmmm!</span>
Despite the awkward position and her head twisted at an uncomfortable angle, Alice's tongue managed to reach Denise's most sensitive spot and she moaned. However, her moan was more annoyed than pleasurable. Apparently, the sexual marathon Roxy had put her through had made her pussy too sensitive and Alice's clumsy caresses were bothering her.
Alice had hoped she could quickly bring the girl to climax, but she wasn't succeeding. Her neck was getting stiff, her tongue was going numb, and the strapon Roxy was relentlessly using on poor Denise kept rubbing against her forehead.
Finally their "caresses" victim did shudder in forced orgasm. And it wasn't a pleasure not just for Denise. Alice felt awkward and ridiculous. And judging by the following comment, Roxy was also unhappy with the result.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This won't do. I mean, I love rubbing pussy on bitches' faces like you, but not on their foreheads!
You're too clumsy. We'll need to train you properly. But for now, let's try something else.
Strip.</div></div>
Alice exchanged glances with Sophie, but she just shrugged and nodded as if to say "What choice do we have? Better do what she says." Alice started taking off her clothes and carefully folding them on the bed.
<span class='thought'>I wonder what nasty thing she has planned?</span>
Meanwhile Roxy went to a nearby cabinet. After rummaging in it briefly, she pulled out another strapon. Thiner than the one she'd been pounding Denise with all this time, but still not small.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Here, try this on.</div></div>
Alice took the toy in her hands and started turning it around, trying to figure out how to put it on.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be stupid! I already found the simplest model for you. Just put it on like panties and tighten the straps.</div></div>
Alice obediently put on the strapon, and Roxy immediately tightened some strap firmly, preventing the toy from sliding sideways. Stepping back she looked the girl over.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad at all! Have you ever dreamed of having a cock?</div></div>
Alice just shook her head fearfully, while Roxy, taking some tube from the same cabinet, squeezed a few drops of lube onto the strapon.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Now stroke it.</div></div>
Alice gave her an angry look but obediently jerked the toy, imitating masturbation and spreading the lubricant along its length. Of course, the dildo attached to the panties didn't transmit any sensation and the movement looked maximally awkward. Roxy laughed.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I love it! Especially that look! Like you actually want to fuck someone hard. Well, that's exactly what we're going to do now.
Come on, get behind my bitch. We'll stuff her with two cocks.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't know how...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Are you trying to piss me off? Just stick that damn cock in her ass!</div></div>
She pulled Alice over to Denise and, positioning her with a few pushes, spread the girl's ass cheeks.
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From the slightly stretched anal ring Alice could tell that anal sex wasn't anything unusual for Denise. Though this hole was nothing compared to her well-used pussy.
<span class='thought'>Sorry Denise, but you'll have to endure a bit more. You're used to it, and I don't want to test Roxy's fantasies on myself.</span>
With these thoughts Alice pressed the strapon's head against the girl's anus and started applying gentle pressure, trying to carefully penetrate inside.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why are you treating her like a virgin!</div></div>
Roxy pushed Denise towards Alice, impaling her on the strapon. The lubricated shaft sank deep into the girl's ass.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ow! Slower!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh! So you're alive and can talk now? Wonderful! That means you have energy for one more orgasm.</div></div>
Denise just moaned in response, while Roxy started positioning her strapon at her pussy. Since the girl's ass was already tightly stuffed with Alice's strapon, her "main entrance" became much tighter and Roxy had to work to get the second "toy" into Denise. Finally she succeeded and Denise was impaled on two cocks.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ooohhh!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Like it? Look how tightly you're stuffed!</div></div>
It was true. The girl's holes were filled with strapons. The one Alice wore stretched her anal ring, while Roxy's toy filled her tightened pussy. With each movement they rubbed firmly against each other through the thin wall between the girl's vagina and rectum.
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Firmly holding Denise's ass with one hand, Roxy started moving her up and down while thrusting her hips to match the movements. The strapons would slide almost all the way out, leaving just the heads inside, then plunge back in full length, filling and stretching the girl from inside. Alice expected Denise to scream in pain, but she just breathed heavily, and after a couple minutes started moving with Roxy. Each time Denise impaled herself on the strapons a heavy breath with a light moan escaped her chest.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Ah... Oh... Ow... Mmm...</div></div>
Soon her skin turned red and was covered in drops of sweat, and her body became hot and trembled with arousal. Finally she moaned, started moving in short quick thrusts, then exploded in orgasm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaah!</div></div>
Exhausted she collapsed onto Roxy beneath her. She didn't even have strength left to get off the cocks deeply buried inside her.
Alice smoothly and carefully pulled the strapon from Denise's anus, but she didn't even react.
Roxy yanked her toy out of the girl's pussy in one motion and, pushing against her shoulders, shoved her away.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That was fun. You can take off your toy now. You don't excite me with that pseudo-cock.
Or do you want to continue? We have one bored little redhead here...</div></div>
She looked at Sophie. She had been standing aside this whole time trying not to draw attention. Hearing Roxy's words she took several steps back and pressed fearfully into the corner of the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No!</div></div>
Roxy was silent for a minute, looking between Sophie and Alice. She was clearly enjoying the girls' fear, but then agreed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, we won't drill your friend yet. That's enough for today. This bitch wore me out anyway. It wasn't sex, it was like cardio training.</div></div>
Roxy skillfully unstrapped her toy and tossed it aside. Alice couldn't remove hers as smoothly, but eventually managed.
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Naked Roxy lounged on the bed, resting her feet on Denise and carelessly rubbing her soles against the girl's intimate areas. Denise had somewhat recovered but was still barely reacting to her mistress's rough caresses.
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Alice and Sophie sat on another bed, trying to process what had happened.
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Naked Roxy lounged on the bed, having shoved Denise onto the floor. The poor girl was disheveled, lying there like a broken doll, completely unresponsive to her mistress's actions.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Is she okay?</div></div>
Alice and Sophie sat on another bed, fearfully watching the exhausted girl and the self-satisfied Roxy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">She'll be fine! She'll sleep it off and be good as new. Well, might need to see a doctor if I rubbed something raw. However, if pussies could get calluses, this bitch would have permanent ones!</div></div>
Roxy laughed heartily at her own joke. She was completely satisfied with what had happened and was in a much better mood than usual. Even her perpetual ironic-sinister smile had disappeared.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">So tell me, what do you need?</div></div>
Sophie and Alice exchanged glances. It felt strange discussing minor problems after everything that had happened. But Roxy didn't seem bothered at all.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We wanted to make a deal with Mia about the exams. But as usual, she's asking too much.
Maybe you could talk to her about giving us a discount?</div></div>
Alice figured Roxy's vanity wouldn't let her refuse, especially after she herself had told them to come to her for help.
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<span class='thought'>I hope I've participated enough in her games and she won't demand anything else for this favor. It was naive to think I could get involved with Roxy without being dragged into some perversions. This small request has already cost me too much.</span>
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But Roxy had her own opinion on the matter.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Beg Mia for a discount? No way! I have better things to do.
First, I'm not going to humiliate myself before her, and second - it would be pointless anyway.</div></div>
Alice didn't understand what was so humiliating about asking to lower an obviously inflated price for a service. Especially when you're not asking for yourself. But she was inclined to agree with the second argument - Mia's greed was well-known.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Anyway, I can help you earn some money.
My friends and I are having a party in a few days. You can work as waitresses. There will be lots of guests and we're always short on staff.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds simple enough. What would we need to do there? And how much will we get paid?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Nothing complicated. Serve food and drinks, clear dirty dishes. Make sure the guests are comfortable. I think you can handle it.
You'll get a couple hundred each. Plus tips.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">That's not much...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Kitten, were you listening? I told you - there will be many of my friends there. They're not nobodies in our city. And not all of them are cheap misers either. So the tips could be quite substantial. Just be sweet, polite and diligent.
However, if you think even waitressing is too difficult for you, I can offer an alternative. I'll even pay more! Want to hear it?</div></div>
Alice noticed Roxy's sly smirk spreading across her face again and decided to clarify.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What exactly do you mean?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I could take you to the party as my personal bitches!</div></div>
Roxy laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I'll put collars and leashes on you, pick out suitable outfits. You'll follow me around all evening, please me in every way and do whatever I say!
It'll be fun!</div></div>
Roxy paused, clearly imagining what tasks she'd give her temporary slaves.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We'd rather work as waitresses!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, definitely! It's not difficult. And the pay is fine with us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Cowards!
Fine, another time. Besides, we really could use a couple extra waiters. And there will be lots of boring people at the party who wouldn't appreciate my joke.
So, I expect you here Friday afternoon. You'll come with me, and I'll explain all the details when we get there.</div></div>
[[Continue|c5_private_party_7]]After leaving Roxy's room, the girls began quietly discussing their upcoming plans.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What do you think about all this? Maybe we should still refuse?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">No. If you wanted to refuse, you should have thought about it earlier. Besides - what exactly bothers you?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm worried about some kind of trick from Roxy. And I don't like the idea of serving her and her friends.</div></div>
Sophie shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What did you expect? After all, Mia warned that the only chance to get to the party is to ask Roxy to let us work as staff. And we didn't even have to beg - she offered it herself.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It still feels unpleasant somehow.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Look at things positively. There really will be a lot of "golden youth" there. It might be useful to network with them. Maybe someone will notice you.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Notice me as an obedient servant? What a great honor!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You're being too picky. Personally, I wouldn't mind a position as servant in some wealthy family. The work isn't difficult, they provide housing, and I hear the pay is good.
In a few years you could save up money and then set yourself up nicely in the city.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah. As long as some rich guy doesn't get you pregnant during those few years! Do you realize what kind of people are Roxy's actual "friends"?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">There probably won't be many as crazy as her. People are different, of course, but I haven't met another such evil and obsessed bitch yet. So I consider her unique.</div></div>
Alice thoughtfully looked at her friend.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I wonder where we messed up so badly that fate put us in the same group as this "unique specimen".</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Just bad luck.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Whatever. Let's think about what kind of trouble we can expect from her at this party instead.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Mia said there would be many outsiders there. Including those in front of whom Roxy tries to behave properly. So I think we'll be much safer at this party than in our dorm.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That sounds logical.
By the way, how does Mia know this? I thought she hadn't been to these parties? Maybe we should visit her and discuss everything?
Because of that scene we had to make in the cafeteria, I couldn't ask her properly.</div></div>
Sophie glanced at the clock on the wall.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We shouldn't. It's late. And we shouldn't talk to her at all before the party. We're supposed to be fighting, remember? If any of Roxy's followers notice us talking to her or going to her room - they'll definitely tell Roxy. And she might get suspicious, and then our plan won't work.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I suppose you're right. But I don't quite understand what Mia wants from us.
What did she say? "Look around, pay attention to strange things and tell me who Roxy spends the most time with."</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Seems clear to me. We'll keep an eye on that crazy bitch and tell everything to Mia. And if something strange and unusual happens - we'll tell her that too.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What counts as strange?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">How should I know? Maybe someone starts a fight. Or gets completely drunk. Personally, I think it will be a regular party. Just very fancy.
We'll keep our eyes opened, earn some money, sneak some rare delicacies while no one's looking. Then we'll tell something to Mia and she'll give us more money. I think it's shaping up to be an excellent deal!</div></div>
Alice didn't share her friend's optimism. Everything she said was completely logical. But the Roxy factor worried her. She just didn't believe that a party organized by such an evil and obsessed person would go quietly and decently.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, if we've decided, we have to do it. I hope everything works out.</div></div>
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When the girls entered Roxy's room, they found her trying on a dress for the party. Roxy in an evening dress looked... peculiar. Even Alice, who wasn't particularly fashion-savvy, could tell that Roxy didn't know how to choose or wear formal dresses. Her tattoos clashed noticeably with the dress, looking completely out of place and adding to the overall awkwardness of the outfit.
<span class='thought'>She should wear something more covered up...
And change her hairstyle, do proper makeup, and pick the right accessories.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">If you so much as open your mouths, I'll give you the most "fun" evening of your lives!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What's wrong? We're not saying anything!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Then keep it that way!</div></div>
Roxy irritably tugged at the dress from side to side, trying to smooth out the messy folds and creases.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What idiot invented this thing...
Why the hell would anyone wear something you can't even move in?!
And I look like an idiot in it!</div></div>
Alice completely agreed with this statement but decided to refrain from commenting. Denying the obvious would be pointless, and remarking on Roxy's ridiculous appearance would be hazardous to one's health. Sophie stood silently nearby, maintaining an utterly impenetrable expression. Only someone who knew her very well would notice the shadow of a smirk on her "poker face".
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Whatever! Let it be what it is.
But will I ever order anything from this tailor again? Never! Useless hack!</div></div>
Alice thought that the tailor wasn't to blame - the dress was well-made and fit Roxy's figure perfectly. She just chose a style that didn't suit her and had no idea how to move in such clothes. Due to her sharp and sweeping movements, the fabric constantly bunched up and gathered in folds.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Okay, we need to get you two changed.
Come on, take off your rags and put these on.</div></div>
With these words, she laid out two maid costumes on the bed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hurry up, we don't have much time!</div></div>
Of course, Roxy had no intention of leaving the room or even turning away. On the contrary, she sat down in an armchair, intending to watch the girls.
The clothes Roxy picked included not just a blouse with a skirt and shoes, but even underwear. This was hardly necessary - most likely Roxy just specifically created an excuse to make the girls completely undress in front of her. However, such minor provocations no longer worked on Alice.
<span class='thought'>To hell with it! It's not like you haven't seen us naked before.</span>
Ignoring their brazen spectator, Alice and Sophie began changing.
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To their surprise, the clothes turned out to be quite decent. Alice had feared that Roxy had bought the costumes from the nearest sex shop and they'd have to spend the whole evening flashing their assets at strangers. She was even gathering courage to argue with Roxy, try to convince her that waitresses should dress properly. Or refuse to attend the party altogether.
However, this time Roxy wasn't planning to put on a sex-show. She brought outfits with modest blouses and skirts just above the knee.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Not bad at all. Pretty cute!
How do you like it?</div></div>
<img src="images/c5_party_3.png" alt="c5_party_3" width="80%">
Sophie twirled a little, showing Alice her outfit. However, Roxy answered instead of her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Wonderful! If the skirt was shorter and the blouse more revealing, I'd make this "waitress" serve me properly.
Too bad many guests don't share my tastes. So instead of fun, we'll have to play stuck-up snobs with sticks up our asses.
Alright, no more wasting time! The car is already waiting.</div></div>
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<<run $money += 200>><img src="images/c5_party_4.png" alt="c5_party_4" width="80%">
The car turned out to be a luxurious minivan. Inside it was dimly lit, with windows tightly covered by curtains, and the driver's seat separated by a dark glass partition. Alice hesitated for a moment, choosing where to sit, but Roxy immediately nudged her butt with her knee, making the girl plop down on the nearest seat.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Don't be a slowpoke!</div></div>
She climbed in after Alice and settled next to her. Sophie, who wisely stayed behind everyone, carefully took a seat away from them.
The car started moving, and Roxy began instructing the girls.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, here's the deal - behave properly at the party! Don't be rude to guests, and don't show your nasty attitudes.
If anyone complains about you - I'll punish you. And the punishment will be long, painful, and I'll use all my rich imagination.
Got it?</div></div>
The girls quickly nodded, and Roxy continued.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Nothing complicated is required from you - walk among the guests, serve snacks and drinks. Smile and be nice.
If something's unclear - you can ask the manager in charge of the service staff. Or me. But don't you dare distract me every minute with trivial matters!
I'll have to endure a bunch of boring faces all evening as it is. The only good thing is that when all the stiffs leave, we can have some real fun. If you behave well, I might let you unwind too.
By night, only our crowd will remain, and we don't need all this pretentious waiter stuff! Although...</div></div>
Roxy pondered, then smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Why not add some variety to a friendly party? I'll have two personal servants!</div></div>
Alice and Sophie exchanged glances. Roxy hadn't mentioned this part of the party to them.
<span class='thought'>Need to find somewhere to hide after the main part. Or better yet, slip away unnoticed.</span>
Then Alice realized that all her belongings were left in Roxy's room. If she wanted to escape, she didn't have a cent on her for a taxi or bus. Moreover - because of the closed windows, she couldn't even tell which direction they were heading. So walking back was unlikely too. And judging by the time, they were driving quite far.
<span class='thought'>Well, I'll figure it out when we get there. After all, Roxy will have plenty to keep her busy without me. The main thing is to stay out of her sight as much as possible.</span>
About fifteen minutes later, they finally arrived. Stepping out of the car, the girls saw a wealthy mansion surrounded by a well-maintained park. Alice was genuinely impressed.
<img src="images/c5_party_5.png" alt="c5_party_5" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wow! Is this your house?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">One of the guest houses. Dad built it thinking I'd live here while studying. But how could I leave my beloved classmates unsupervised? You'd be lost without me! Die of boredom and misery.
I only show up here for parties like this. Or if some relatives come to visit and are desperate to see me.
So rejoice! You've been granted the rare and great honor of visiting my official residence! You should be proud.</div></div>
Alice wanted to remind her that she and Sophie were invited here not as friends but as cheap help. But Roxy was behaving normally so far, even pleasantly by her standards. So the girl decided not to invite trouble and kept quiet.
[[Continue|c5_roxy_party_hall]]<img src="images/c5_party_6.png" alt="c5_party_6" width="80%">
Roxy led them into a large, lavishly decorated banquet hall with a small stage and numerous tables. Heavy decorative curtains hung from the ceiling along the walls. Peeking behind one of them, Alice discovered a small alcove with a cozy couch.
<span class='thought'>I wonder if this is just for people who like to keep away from crowds, or if it was specifically designed for private conversations?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Alright, listen up. Over there, through that far door, is the kitchen. Find the manager there and tell him I sent you to help.
And get moving already! Guests will start arriving soon. I've got my own things to take care of.</div></div>
With that, Roxy quickly strode out of the hall. The girls headed toward the kitchen.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How are we supposed to find the manager?</div></div>
But the task turned out to be quite simple. Several people were already bustling between the tables, skillfully arranging place settings and adjusting tablecloths. Before the girls could reach the kitchen doors, a young man rushed out from them. He was barking orders at the waiters and hurrying them along.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Easy. The boss is always the one yelling the loudest.</div></div>
Having shared this simple wisdom, Sophie addressed the man.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hello!</div></div>
He turned to the girls and stared at their outfits in confusion.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Good evening, ladies. Pardon my confusion, I wasn't aware this was a costume party. Someone will help you find your seats right away.
Hey, Thomas! Escort these ladies. And be more attentive. Why are guests having to wander around the hall looking for their tables?</div></div>
The last shout was directed at a guy in a white shirt standing behind a small hostess stand near the hall entrance. He was so focused on reading the papers in front of him that he hadn't noticed the girls' arrival.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, no! Sorry, you've got it wrong. Roxy sent us to help you.</div></div>
The man's eyes widened in surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Uh... Help? How?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Roxy said we should work as waitresses.</div></div>
The man's face grew even more bewildered.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Which company are you from? I know all the usual services, but I don't recognize your uniforms.</div></div>
Alice sighed and admitted the truth.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We're not from any company. We're just her acquaintances. She said we could earn some money this way.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">And what am I supposed to do with you?</div></div>
The man shook his head, trying to regain his composure.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Sorry. There's a lot to do, and your appearance was... quite unexpected.
Am I correct in assuming you have no experience?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You totally right. But Roxy said it wouldn't be complicated and we could handle it.</div></div>
Judging by the man's expression, he had his own opinion about the skill level required for waiting at such an event. But he didn't argue.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Well, if the lady of the house says you can work as waitresses, then that's what we'll do.
And I think it's best if you focus on attending to her specifically. Don't worry about the other guests - my staff can handle them just fine.
If you get tired - go through the kitchen, there's a small break room for staff back there. You can rest there.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But we...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We understand perfectly! That's exactly what we'll do!</div></div>
Sophie grabbed Alice's arm and pulled her toward the kitchen.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait! Why did you agree to that? Serving Roxy all evening! I wanted to stay away from her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Don't be stupid. He practically told us straight up that we'd just be in the way. We only need to show our faces if Roxy asks where we've gone.
Otherwise, we can spend the whole evening in the break room.
This is working out even better than I expected.</div></div>
[[Continue|c5_roxy_party_rest]]After passing through the spacious kitchen where at least a dozen people were bustling about, the girls found themselves in a hallway leading to the building's service entrance. There were several doors along the sides. After checking them, they found a walk-in refrigerator, some kind of storage room, and finally a break room with comfortable armchairs.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Perfect! This is where we'll spend the whole evening!</div></div>
Sophie flopped into one of the chairs and stretched out her legs.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But what about Mia's assignment?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We'll figure something out!</div></div>
The girl waved dismissively.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We'll say Roxy was constantly chatting with some guys. We can even make up what they looked like!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You think she'll believe that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">How would she check? Did we go to the party? Yes. Look, Roxy even dressed us up in uniforms. Some of the girls definitely saw us leave the dorm with Roxy and get in the car.
And Mia won't find out anything about what actually happened at the party. Otherwise she wouldn't have cooked up this scheme. So we'll feed her some bullshit, get our money, and be happy.</div></div>
Alice pondered her friend's words.
<span class='thought'>On one hand, it makes sense. The less we show our faces around Roxy, the better our chances of avoiding one of her pranks.
On the other hand...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Listen, we are on the same side with Mia. Both she and we want to find a way to get Roxy out of the university. Or at least get her to calm down somehow.
What if this is our chance and we learn something that could help us?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What makes you think Mia wants to "push out" Roxy?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">She said so herself. And it's obvious they don't get along. I told you how she recently paid me to beat Roxy at cards.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I remember. But that seems more like petty revenge. Besides, from what I understand, you had to put your pussy on the line again. While Mia just sat back enjoying how she supposedly "humiliated" Roxy.
If all her plans are like that, I'd rather not participate. Or rather - I have nothing against the money Mia's willing to pay. But the less I have to do to help execute her crazy ideas, the better.</div></div>
So they sat in the break room, first arguing about whether to go out to the hall, then just chatting about random stuff. About two hours later, the man in charge of the waiters poked his head in.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Glad you understood me correctly. The most hectic part of the party is over now - guests have eaten, split into groups and are socializing.
No one's asked about you yet, but if you want to show some initiative - now would be a good time. You could bring your... hm... friend a glass of champagne or some appetizers.
Just please be careful not to spill anything on the guests!</div></div>
Having said this, he left the break room without waiting for their decision.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well? Shall we go?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Why? He said Roxy hasn't asked about us. Are you that eager to deal with her antics?</div></div>
Alice realized Sophie had no intention of going out to the hall unless Roxy specifically demanded her presence.
[[ - Suit yourself. I'm going. Maybe I'll actually learn something interesting?|c5_roxy_party_go]]
[[ - You're probably right. Better not give Roxy any extra chances to mess with us.|c5_roxy_party_hide]]
<div class="dialogue"><div class="hint">Better go check it out. Staying put will lead you to unfinished story branches.</div></div>The girls stayed in the room. When it was already past midnight, the manager poked his head in again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">You're still here? Almost all the guests have left, and we're heading out too.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What about us?</div></div>
The man shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">I don't know. Haven't received any instructions about you.
Just in case, I told Roxy you were helping in the kitchen this whole time. But you'll have to sort things out with her yourselves - my job here is done.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Thanks!</div></div>
<<set $were_hiding_in_room to true>>
[[Continue|c5_roxy_party_afterparty]]Scanning the hall, Alice spotted Roxy sitting with some girl at a far table.
<span class='thought'>Perfect time to show my face. Maybe I'll even overhear something interesting.</span>
She grabbed a couple champagne glasses, placed them on a tray, and headed toward Roxy's table. To her surprise, this proved more challenging than expected. The champagne swayed with each step, threatening to spill. Watching a waiter breeze past with at least ten glasses on his tray, Alice understood why the manager had declined their help.
<span class='thought'>Good thing Sophie dragged me to the break room. Otherwise I definitely would've spilled something on someone.</span>
Taking tiny steps, Alice finally made it to the table. She smiled and extended the tray toward Roxy and her companion. To Alice's surprise, it wasn't a girl but a woman in her mid-thirties.
<img src="images/c5_party_7.png" alt="c5_party_7" width="80%">
As she approached their table, she'd caught snippets of animated conversation. But as soon as she got close, Roxy and the woman fell silent. The woman stared at Alice with confusion and irritation, but after a few seconds, seemingly realizing something, her expression softened and she looked Alice over carefully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">What a lovely girl. Is this one of those you told me about?</div></div>
Though her question was directed at Roxy, she kept her eyes on Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Yes, this is Alice. I told you about her.
Alice, this is Miss Endelf, my aunt.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Pleasure to meet you.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Aunt? Must be the younger sister of Roxy's mom or dad.
Wonder what Roxy's been telling her about me?</span>
Alice stood there, tray still extended. Only now did she notice the barely-touched glasses already on their table.
<span class='thought'>God, I'm such an idiot! Should've checked that first!</span>
Realizing how awkward this was, Alice tried to make her exit.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, I see you don't need champagne. I should probably go...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Oh, you shouldn't.</div></div>
The woman made a show of picking up her glass and taking a sip.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">I'll finish this glass and probably have another. Wait here for now.</div></div>
Judging by how slowly she was sipping, Alice would be standing there a while.
<span class='thought'>Is she joking? Or messing with me? Or maybe trying to be polite?</span>
Glancing at the other waiters, Alice realized she'd done something wrong. None of them held out trays to guests. They just quickly cleared empty plates and glasses from tables, replacing them with fresh drinks and appetizers. And they tried to move as inconspicuously as possible, not drawing attention to themselves.
<span class='thought'>Damn, I have no idea what the proper etiquette is here.</span>
However, her awkwardness clearly amused Miss Endelf. She sipped her champagne with a smile, watching the girl frozen beside their table. Roxy wasn't even trying to hide her amusement.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This is exactly what I was telling you about!
Total country bumpkin, but obedient.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Oh Roxy! Don't be so tactless!</div></div>
A tall guy in an expensive suit strolled past their table. He gave Alice a puzzled look, then glanced at Roxy and, clearing his throat, disappeared into one of the secluded alcoves.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Sorry aunt, I need to step away for a minute.</div></div>
Roxy headed after the guy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Yes, of course! I think I'll have a smoke.
Alice, are you allergic to tobacco smoke?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Then come with me. Cognac or whiskey would pair better with tobacco, but since you brought champagne, I'll drink that.</div></div>
To the girl's surprise, the woman didn't head for the hall exit, but to a similar alcove next to the one where Roxy and the unknown guy had disappeared.
[[ Follow her |c5_roxy_party_go_1]]<img src="images/c5_party_7_1.png" alt="c5_party_7_1" width="80%">
Inside, Miss Endelf made herself comfortable on the plush couch. After lighting a cigarette, she pressed a button discreetly hidden on the wall. Alice heard a soft humming and noticed the tobacco smoke being drawn upward.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">I was the one who suggested Roxy's father install these alcoves. He doesn't smoke himself, so he hadn't thought about accommodating guests with this bad habit.
They had to retrofit this awkward solution after the house was already built.</div></div>
Alice didn't comment on this remark. First, she had no idea how smoking rooms were supposed to be set up, having thankfully had enough sense to avoid the nicotine trap herself. Second, she was trying to position herself closer to the curtain separating them from the alcove where Roxy had gone.
<span class='thought'>Hopefully if they talk about anything, I'll be able to overhear it.
Though knowing Roxy, I wouldn't be surprised if she just went for a quick hookup with that guy.</span>
Eventually, pretending to adjust her position to better serve the drinks tray, she managed to stand right next to the dividing curtain. Now she could catch fragments of Roxy's and the guy's conversation.
<img src="images/c5_party_7_2.png" alt="c5_party_7_2" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Well, at least they're talking, not just having sex.</span>
Miss Endelf, after taking several unhurried drags, turned her attention to Alice. She took a glass from the tray, took a small sip of champagne, and placed it back.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">No, this really isn't the right drink at all.
But do stay here for now.</div></div>
Alice was trying to listen to the voices behind the curtain and barely registered Miss Endelf's words.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">...just as we agreed. I think another month or two and everything will be ready.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">You said the same thing several months ago!</div></div>
The guy's voice was indignant and loud, so Alice could hear his words clearly. But to make out what Roxy was saying, she had to strain to listen.
Focused on their conversation, she wasn't paying attention to Miss Endelf. As it turned out, that was a mistake.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh!</div></div>
Alice jumped in surprise when she felt the woman's hand on her thigh.
<img src="images/c5_party_8.png" alt="c5_party_8" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Is something wrong?</div></div>
Endelf's voice was unperturbed, as if she had nothing to do with what was happening. Meanwhile, her hand was gently caressing the girl's thigh.
<span class='thought'>Damn. Is this their family trait? And what should I do?
She probably wouldn't make a fuss if I just left now. But then I definitely won't hear what Roxy's talking about.
And if I stay standing here, it'll look like I'm giving permission to be groped.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Are you alright?</div></div>
[[ Leave |c5_roxy_party_get_out]]
[[ Stay put |c5_roxy_party_stay]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Everything's fine. I just thought I felt something.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">It happens. Young girls often imagine strange things.</div></div>
Miss Endelf took a firm hold of Alice's thigh. Now the woman was brazenly groping her, unhurriedly moving higher.
<img src="images/c5_party_9.png" alt="c5_party_9" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Damn, how did I get myself into this mess...</span>
Alice tried to focus on Roxy's conversation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I need more of the compound. There's an effect, but the changes are happening much slower than you said.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">How should I know! I don't think even the pharmacists can say for sure. I read their reports - they're full of disclaimers about "individual variations" and "psychological conditioning."</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Trust me, the "conditioning" is working perfectly. You know how I break them.</div></div>
<img src="images/c5_party_10.png" alt="c5_party_10" width="80%">
Endelf had moved up to the girl's bottom and was now eagerly kneading her cheeks, having lifted her skirt slightly. Alice tried to stand still and quiet. She was listening to the conversation while trying not to spill the glasses on the tray she was still holding. Endelf appreciated her behavior.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Well done. You really are an obedient girl. Roxy was right about you.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Roxy praised me? I'm afraid to imagine in what context...
Though given how brazenly she's groping me, it's not hard to guess.</span>
Trying to ignore the woman's actions, Alice focused on listening again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">...and I want to get more of the compound. When I'm done with Denis, I already have the next test subject lined up for you.
She'll be trickier, but if we increase the dosage - I think it'll work.
I've already nearly broken her without any drugs. So when I add your wonderful substance, she'll turn into an obedient bitch with nothing but sex on her mind within weeks!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What?! What is she talking about?</span>
At that moment, Endelf shifted Alice's panties aside and began playing with her pussy.
<img src="images/c5_party_11.png" alt="c5_party_11" width="80%">
The girl lost some control from this touch and Roxy's overheard words. A soft moan escaped her, she swayed, and the glasses on the tray clinked quietly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaah...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Be careful. If you spill champagne on me, Roxy will surely punish you. You have no idea how much this dress costs!</div></div>
Alice couldn't care less about the cost of her dress. She was in shock from what she'd overheard.
<span class='thought'>Maybe I misunderstood something? I need to discuss this with Mia and Sophie.
She couldn't possibly...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">It's settled then. So next week I'll take all the compound you have.
I think it'll last a few months. Then we'll see. Looks like we've got an interesting and profitable business brewing!</div></div>
There was rustling behind the curtain - evidently Roxy and her companion were finishing their conversation and leaving. However, Endelf wasn't done playing with Alice. Sitting on the couch with a cigarette in one hand, she was still playing under the girl's skirt with the other. Slipping her fingers under Alice's panties, she was slowly stroking her pussy, watching the girl's reactions. Now that Alice wasn't focusing on Roxy's conversation, it became harder to control herself. She tried to distract herself and think about something else, but her pussy was responding against her will and starting to get wet. Of course, Miss Endelf noticed this.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Now this is getting more interesting.</div></div>
Grabbing Alice's panties, she pulled them down to the girl's knees.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Stand still. And don't you dare spill the champagne.</div></div>
Miss Endelf's fingers returned to Alice's pussy. Now she wasn't just stroking her lips and clit, but also slightly inserting a finger into the girl's hole. When she pushed her thumb in and pulled it back, slightly stretching Alice's pussy, the girl shuddered.
<img src="images/c5_party_12.png" alt="c5_party_12" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">You're so tight. I thought you'd be all stretched out and loose by now.
Roxy said you have orgies in your dorm almost every day.
Is that true, or is she exaggerating?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... I don't know...</div></div>
The finger movements became rougher, bordering on painful. Endelf moved her thumb in Alice's pussy, alternating between straightening it and bending it while pulling her hole downward slightly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">You don't know what happens in your own dorm?
I'll never believe that! I used to live there too and know perfectly well that everything's out in the open.
Tell me, do guys still climb through windows to visit, or did they finally get rid of that stupid "no men" rule?
Remember what amazing parties we used to throw!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Your niece has fucked me so much I don't have energy for guys.</span>
Alice decided not to voice this thought and remained silent.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Don't want to tell...
You shouldn't be so boring. College years are the time for fun.
You do know how to have fun and enjoy yourself, right?
No need to answer, your wet pussy already told me you do.
Well, I won't disappoint you.</div></div>
She pulled her thumb out of Alice's hole, but before the girl could feel relieved at the end of the violation, she found herself impaled on the index and ring fingers.
<img src="images/c5_party_13.png" alt="c5_party_13" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">This is much more interesting, isn't it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please, slower!</div></div>
Endelf's fingers moved actively up and down, plunging deep into Alice's pussy and making her rise onto her tiptoes. She could barely stand still, and the glasses on the tray kept rattling, threatening to fall at any moment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Like this?</div></div>
To Alice's surprise, Miss Endelf actually slowed down. She was still penetrating the girl deeply, but now her movements were much smoother.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Do you like it this way?
Or do you prefer it rougher?</div></div>
Alice realized that if she didn't answer, the woman would start roughly fucking her with her fingers again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... like it... this way...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Good girl. I love honest girls.</div></div>
Endelf didn't speed up, but continued to slowly fuck Alice with her fingers. Up. Down. Up. Down. Deep inside. Almost out. And back in all the way.
Her fingers fit snugly in Alice's hole, making her get aroused and wet.
<span class='thought'>A few more minutes and I'll cum...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">You're so wet...
I think that's enough for today. All good things in moderation.</div></div>
Endelf removed her hand and smiled at the girl. Alice suddenly realized she had mixed feelings. On one hand, she was glad Endelf had finally left her alone. But on the other...
<span class='thought'>Damn, I was already set for an orgasm.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Sorry, baby, not this time.
I really don't want you spilling champagne on me. These games are better played naked, not in an expensive dress.</div></div>
Endelf thoughtfully looked at her fingers, wet with Alice's juices.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">This needs fixing. Lick them clean.</div></div>
She extended her hand to Alice's lips. The girl froze in confusion. Endelf's demand felt humiliating.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Don't disappoint me.
You're an obedient girl. And obedient girls do as they're told and thank others for the pleasure given to them.
I'm waiting.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>If I resist, she might do something nasty to me. She's only polite in words, but really she's just as much of a bitch as Roxy. Cut from the same cloth.
Better to submit and then it'll all be over soon.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Thank you...</div></div>
Mumbling her thanks, Alice began licking the offered fingers.
<img src="images/c5_party_14.png" alt="c5_party_14" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Not bad. You have a skilled tongue, shame I don't have time to get better acquainted with it.</div></div>
Endelf pushed a couple fingers into the girl's mouth. Alice obediently began licking and sucking them. She must have overdone it, because Endelf was in no hurry to remove them.
<img src="images/c5_party_15.png" alt="c5_party_15" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Oh yes! Like that. Suck them and work that tongue!
Mmmm...</div></div>
The woman enjoyed Alice's mouth for several minutes with a blissful smile on her face. Finally, she shook her head as if coming to her senses and withdrew her hand.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">Whew! You're good!
But that's enough. Or I'll get so worked up I'll forget all my appointments and drag you to one of the bedrooms. And we definitely wouldn't leave until morning!
Thank you for these pleasant minutes. I was thinking the whole evening would be boring and dull.
Here's my little thank you.</div></div>
Standing up from the couch, she kissed the dazed Alice on the cheek and, slipping several large bills under her blouse, left the alcove for the main hall. Alice was left standing with her panties down to her knees, wet pussy, and tray in hand. Coming to her senses, she carefully set the tray on the couch and began fixing herself up.
<span class='thought'>Well, that escalated quickly from just serving champagne... I feel like a whore who got used, paid, and abandoned.
Though whatever, it's not so bad. The conversation I overheard was definitely worth these "adventures".
I need to discuss this with the girls! It seems Roxy is doing something truly awful.</span>
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<</if>><div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Excuse me, I'd better go.</div></div>
Alice carefully took a step back and hurried to leave the alcove.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">What about my champagne? So you brought it for nothing?</div></div>
The girl ignored the comment and the laughter that followed.
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<</if>>Returning to the banquet hall, Alice set her tray on the nearest table and looked around.
<span class='thought'>I think I've had enough of playing waitress for today.</span>
The party seemed to be winding down. Many guests had already left, while others were politely saying their goodbyes and getting ready to leave. Only a small group of guys and girls led by Roxy remained gathered at one of the tables, clearly not planning to go anywhere.
<span class='thought'>These must be Roxy's friends who are staying for the after-party.</span>
Alice hurried toward the kitchen door before anyone noticed her. Fortunately, her maneuver succeeded and she managed to slip by without catching Roxy's attention. In the kitchen, there were just a few people clearing dishes and wiping down tables. Walking down the small corridor, Alice entered the break room. There she found Sophie peacefully dozing in an armchair.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wake up, friend! Have you been sitting here this whole time?</div></div>
Sophie opened her eyes and stretched with a yawn.
<img src="images/c5_party_16.png" alt="c5_party_16" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yep. What's the point of being in the hall if Roxy's not looking for me?
How about you? Seen our eternal headache?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I did. Even met her aunt.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">She has an aunt? Well, well... I suspected she had no relatives and came straight from hell, where they kicked her out for bad behavior.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I think that whole family got kicked out of there.</div></div>
Sophie looked intently at her friend.
<<if $spy_conversation>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Tell me everything. I can see you got yourself into some trouble.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'll tell you later. About both the trouble and what I managed to find out. Trust me, it's not a five-minute conversation.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, we're not in a hurry, are we? Or did I miss something and we need to run and hide right now?</div></div>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What happened?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I brought them champagne, and Roxy's aunt started feeling me up.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What, right in the hall?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, she went to one of those alcoves behind the curtains along the walls. Turns out they're like smoking areas. Or maybe just for privacy.
I followed her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Why?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let me tell you all the details later.</div></div>
<</if>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">The party's ending. Almost all guests have left. Only Roxy and a few of her friends are still here.</div></div>
At that moment, the man in charge of the waiters entered the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">You're still here? We're leaving now, our work is done. I haven't received any instructions about you, so talk to the lady of the house yourself about whether you can leave yet or not. Good night!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Good night to you too!</div></div>
[[ Continue |c5_roxy_party_afterparty]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We should probably head out. Roxy might leave without us.</div></div>
Sophie listened carefully. The faint sounds of the party could still be heard from the hall.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I think we should wait a bit longer. Let's listen to what's going on and come out when things quiet down.
Roxy's not likely to leave her own house before the last guest does. She might even stay until morning. And I don't want to join her fun, much less entertain her in her bedroom.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I doubt she'll do anything inappropriate. There must still be regular staff in the house. Only the hired cooks and waiters left.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You think Roxy cares what the servants think of her? I bet they've all hidden away in their rooms and won't come out until morning unless she calls for them.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Fine. But let's at least sit in the kitchen so we can better hear what's happening in the hall.</div></div>
Moving to the kitchen, they started listening to what was going on in the hall. Now they could clearly hear the shouts and laughter of the partying group. Apparently, with most guests gone, the party hadn't ended but only gotten livelier.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Looks like we're in for a long wait...</div></div>
The girls settled in the empty kitchen, waiting for the festivities to die down.
<img src="images/c5_party_17.png" alt="c5_party_17" width="80%">
About half an hour later, they heard knocking from the service entrance.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Who could that be?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Maybe the waiters forgot something and came back? We should check.</div></div>
[[ Continue |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_1]]<img src="images/c5_party_18.png" alt="c5_party_18" width="80%">
They walked down the corridor and opened the back door. To their surprise, instead of one of the hired staff, they found a young curvy blonde in an expensive dress. Looking at Alice and Sophie's uniforms, she clearly took them for local servants.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Excuse me, I left my purse in the hall. And the front entrance is locked for some reason. I knocked but no one answered. Could you help me?</div></div>
The girl listened carefully. A couple of particularly loud shouts could be heard from the hall.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Is the party not over yet? I thought everyone had left...</div></div>
Alice pondered. The girl was being very polite, but she clearly wanted to find out what interesting things were happening and why she hadn't been invited to stay. Perhaps the purse was just an excuse to come back.
<span class='thought'>If I let her in, she'll definitely try to go to the hall. And Roxy probably won't be happy that I let an outsider into her "friends only" party.
But she's obviously very curious. Maybe I should do her this favor?</span>
Alice thoughtfully looked inside the house, her whole demeanor showing that she absolutely couldn't let anyone in.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Oh please! I'm really interested...</div></div>
The girl caught herself mid-sentence and quickly corrected herself.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">It's really important that I find my purse.</div></div>
[[ - Well, if that's the case, then of course, come in. |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_yes]]
[[ - I'm sorry, but now is not a good time. Tomorrow we'll definitely find your purse and bring it to you. |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_no]]
<div class="dialogue"><div class="hint">If you want to reach one of the currently available endings, send her away. There will be several choices related to this girl that lead to branches that aren't ready yet.</div></div>Alice quickly shut the door right in the face of the girl, who was stunned by such rudeness. She and Sophie hurried back to the kitchen.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Maybe we should have been nicer to her?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Why? You want extra trouble?
We'll tell Roxy about the purse and let them sort it out themselves. Let's carefully check what's happening in the hall instead. The last thing we need is for Roxy to leave without us. How would we get back to campus then?</div></div>
Alice thought about it and agreed with her friend.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Alright, let's go look.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c5_roxy_party_afterparty_spy_alone]]Alice took a few steps back, letting the guest inside. Smiling, the girl confidently walked toward the party sounds, but Alice and Sophie blocked her path and pointed to the open door of the break room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Please wait there. I'll bring your purse right now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Oh, don't trouble yourself! I can get it myself. Besides, I think I remember where I left it.</div></div>
The guest tried to push past the girls, but they exchanged glances, grabbed her arms and practically dragged her into the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Hey! What are you doing?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Sorry, but you can't go there. Alice will get your purse, and we'll wait here. Where did you say you left your things?</div></div>
Sophie stood frozen in the doorway, her whole demeanor showing she wouldn't let the guest pass without a fight. The guest stared at her in bewilderment. Such behavior from servants was clearly completely unfamiliar to her. She looked at the girls offendedly while rubbing her wrists where they had grabbed her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">What's wrong with you... You're not maids, you're like guard dogs.</div></div>
She stared intently once more at the frowning Sophie blocking her exit from the room.
<img src="images/c5_party_sophie_angry.png" alt="c5_party_sophie_angry" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">I just want to go to the hall. Why won't you let me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, but Roxy definitely won't like that. And we don't need problems with her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Well then tell her you didn't allow me in, but I went anyway.</div></div>
The girl genuinely didn't understand the problem. In her mind, the world was clearly divided into servants and masters. Servants were supposed to politely relay their masters' wishes and lament that "oh, they'll be so displeased." But certainly not grab masters by the arms and push them around.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">She probably won't accept that explanation. So please don't create problems for us. Just sit here for five minutes, we'll bring your purse and you can leave.</div></div>
The guest rolled her eyes and raised her hands.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Okay, fine, you caught me. It's not about the purse. I just want to see what they're doing in there.
Roxy was whispering about some after-party and how the real fun would start once everyone left.
I wasn't eavesdropping!
Although whatever, why should you care. Yes, I was eavesdropping. I was curious!
And now I just want to take one little peek at what's happening.
Happy? Will you let me through now, or are you going to keep blocking the way? This is actually quite rude! Haven't they taught you how to properly treat guests?
If you don't stop this nonsense immediately, I'll start screaming! Then you'll definitely have trouble!</div></div>
She blurted out this whole tirade in one breath, slightly stunning the girls with her stream of thoughts. Sophie looked at Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">So what should we do with her?</div></div>
Alice listened to the noise coming from the hall. Loud music was thundering, drowning out all other sounds.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Doubt anyone would hear her screams... Since it's not about the purse, let's just throw her out and lock the door. Something tells me Roxy would only thank us for that.</div></div>
Alice paused for a second, remembering who she was talking about.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, she won't say thank you of course, but she won't punish us either.</div></div>
Sophie turned to the guest.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well? Will you leave on your own or do we need to drag you by the scruff? Keep in mind, together we can definitely handle you.</div></div>
The girl was taken aback by what she heard.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">You're not maids...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Unfortunately, today we are. That's just how it turned out. And I already really regret letting you into the house.</div></div>
The guest backed deeper into the room, no longer trying to break through to the hall, but not hurrying to leave either.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Wait, this is all very strange.
Can you properly explain who you are and what the problem is?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And then you'll leave?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Of course.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Fine. If it's so important to you - we're Roxy's classmates. Decided to earn some money by working as waitresses at her party.
Satisfied with that answer?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">That's even stranger. If you're not her regular servants - why such dedication? She can't do anything to you!</div></div>
Alice laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You have no idea how wrong you are!</div></div>
The girl looked at her in surprise. And that sly, interested expression appeared on her face - the one that appears on the faces of seasoned gossips when they realize they've stumbled upon someone's very dirty secret.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">How interesting! Tell me more!</div></div>
She sat down in one of the armchairs, showing she was ready for a long and interesting conversation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">By the way, I'm Susan. And I love discussing all kinds of secrets!
Will you indulge me? Pretty pleeeease! Just between us girls.</div></div>
She winked conspiratorially at Alice and Sophie.
[[ - Are you really interested in this? |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_yes_1]]
[[ - It's none of your business! |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_yes_2]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Of course! There are so many strange rumors about Roxy that even I don't know which ones are true.
She barely interacts with... Well, you know.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>"With her equals." Yeah, she definitely can't treat you rich kids the way she treats us.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And why should we care?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">What do you mean?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You want to dig through Roxy's dirty laundry to gossip about it later. But we gain nothing from that. And if Roxy finds out who spread the rumors, she'll make our lives a living hell.</div></div>
Susan thoughtfully twirled a lock of hair around her finger. She clearly believed that the opportunity to gossip was a reward in itself.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">If you have some problems, I could try to help you.
Trust me, I have a lot of connections! Not to brag, but compared to me, Roxy is just a pathetic and helpless nobody.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Well, aren't we important! If only we could trust the words of such a chatterbox.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Long story short, Roxy is a sex-obsessed bitch with sadistic tendencies who loves tormenting those who can't fight back.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Really? And by tormenting you mean... Something intimate?</div></div>
Susan's face turned slightly red, but her eyes were filled with undisguised curiosity.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">As intimate as it gets! Want to hear all the juicy details?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Of course!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, you asked for it.</div></div>
Alice started telling everything that Roxy does in the dorm. As she dumped the details of endless harassment, violence and perversions on the girl, Susan's face changed. Her playful interest turned to shock at what she heard.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">That's horrible... And you just put up with it?
Are you lying to me?
There are different rumors about Roxy, but this... This is too much!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's the point of lying to you? We didn't come running to complain! You're the one who demanded all the gory details.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Still, I think you're exaggerating. Someone would surely notice such outrageous behavior.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Who? Almost no one ever comes to our dorm except students. Just food deliveries and occasional maintenance workers doing minor repairs.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">That's very strange. I thought there should always be university staff there. To maintain order and such.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, maybe there should be, but we don't have any.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Okay, I'll talk to some people, ask them to look into your university.
Though I don't believe everything is exactly as you describe.
And I have one condition!</div></div>
Susan smiled and her eyes sparkled again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What is it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Let's go see what Roxy and her friends are doing!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">We already explained what that could mean for us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">We'll be careful! We won't even enter the hall, just crack open the door and peek through.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't know why you're so interested in a friendly drinking party, but fine, let's look since you insist. But carefully!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">I'll be quiet as a mouse!</div></div>
[[Continue|c5_roxy_party_afterparty_spy]]
<<set $told_about_problems to true>><<set $told_about_problems to false>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">You're so boring... Won't even gossip a little!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">That kind of gossip never ends well. And we have enough problems already.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Then let's go see what Roxy's doing!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Were you not listening to us at all?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Yes, I get it that you don't want to let me into the hall! I won't go there.
Just one quick peek to see who Roxy's partying with. That's all. No one will notice me!</div></div>
Sophie looked at Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">This seems like the easiest way to get rid of her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Fine, let's go. But no funny business! We'll carefully peek from the kitchen and leave right away!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Okay, okay!</div></div>
[[ Look at what's happening in the hall |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_spy]]They carefully snuck into the kitchen. Though there wasn't really any need for stealth - the music in the hall was so loud it drowned out any other sounds. Even if they had stomped around and talked at full volume, it's unlikely anyone would have heard them.
Approaching the door to the hall, Susan opened it just a crack and peeked through. She froze, stunned by what she saw.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Holy shit, what a party! I knew Roxy was wild, but this is something else!</div></div>
Alice and Sophie got curious too.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's going on? Move over and let us see too!</div></div>
The girls somehow managed to squeeze in to peek through the crack.
The scene was indeed impressive. The partying group had settled in one of the alcoves not far from them. The curtain concealing it was pulled aside, giving them a clear view of everything. Two guys were standing with a pretty brunette sandwiched between them, holding her up in the air as she was impaled on their cocks in both holes. They bounced her up and down in rhythm with the music, making their sex look like a crazy dance. The girl was clinging tightly to one of the men, her face a mix of ecstasy and delirium.
<img src="images/c5_party_19.png" alt="c5_party_19" width="80%">
Next to them, a jubilant Roxy was bouncing on some guy's dick. She was shouting encouragement and periodically taking swigs from the beer can clutched in her hand.
<img src="images/c5_party_20.png" alt="c5_party_20" width="80%">
A few feet away, another naked girl was lying right on the floor. Judging by her exhausted face and the traces of cum on her stomach, she had already gotten her share of pleasure and was now recovering.
<img src="images/c5_party_21.png" alt="21" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">This is insane!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I don't see what's so surprising. This is exactly how I imagined Roxy's idea of fun.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">If anything, she's being tame. No one's tied up or getting spanked. And I don't even see any sex toys.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Forget about Roxy! Everyone knows she's a total slut.
That girl getting double-teamed is Betty! Who would've thought... She seems so shy and quiet, barely even talks to guys.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, she's not looking very shy right now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Unbelievable... I never would have guessed!
Maybe Roxy drugged her or something?</div></div>
Alice stopped watching Roxy's friends' escapades and thought for a moment.
<<if $gallery_mode>>
[[Back to the gallery|Gallery]]
<<else>>
<<if $spy_conversation>>
<span class='thought'>Maybe I should tell her about that stuff Roxy buys from that guy?</span>
[[ - Let's go to the break room, I have something else to tell you. |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_tell]]
[[ - I doubt Roxy drugged them. They're her friends after all. Let's get out of here before we're spotted. |c5_roxy_party_afterparty_goodbye_s]]
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Who knows. I wouldn't be surprised if she really did slip them something.
Or maybe they voluntarily took something to get extra wild.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Some people just need alcohol for that.
Let's get out of here before we're spotted. I have zero desire to join this "fun".</div></div>
Carefully closing the door, the girls returned to the break room.
[[ Continue | c5_roxy_party_afterparty_goodbye_s]]
<</if>>
<</if>>They carefully snuck into the kitchen. Though there wasn't really any need for stealth - the music in the hall was so loud it drowned out any other sounds. Even if they had stomped around and talked at full volume, it's unlikely anyone would have heard them.
Sophie opened the door just a crack and peeked through. She froze, stunned by what she saw.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, who would have guessed!</div></div>
Alice got curious too.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's going on? Move over and let me see too!</div></div>
The girl somehow managed to squeeze in to peek through the crack.
The scene was indeed impressive. The partying group had settled in one of the alcoves not far from them. The curtain concealing it was pulled aside, giving them a clear view of everything. Two guys were standing with a pretty brunette sandwiched between them, holding her up in the air as she was impaled on their cocks in both holes. They bounced her up and down in rhythm with the music, making their sex look like a crazy dance. The girl was clinging tightly to one of the men, her face a mix of ecstasy and delirium.
<img src="images/c5_party_19.png" alt="c5_party_19" width="80%">
Next to them, a jubilant Roxy was bouncing on some guy's dick. She was shouting encouragement and periodically taking swigs from the beer can clutched in her hand.
<img src="images/c5_party_20.png" alt="c5_party_20" width="80%">
A few feet away, another naked girl was lying right on the floor. Judging by her exhausted face and the traces of cum on her stomach, she had already gotten her share of pleasure and was now recovering.
<img src="images/c5_party_21.png" alt="21" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">If anything, she's being tame. No one's tied up or getting spanked. And I don't even see any sex toys.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I guess she's more considerate with her equals.</div></div>
The girls pulled back from the door.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What should we do? If we go out there now, Roxy will definitely make us join in. And I have absolutely no desire to fuck strangers. And Roxy isn't exactly on my list of favorite sexual partners either.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You have such a list? Can I read it? I'm curious who's on it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Don't nitpick my words! You know what I mean. What are we going to do?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait, like we planned.</div></div>
They sat in the kitchen for about another hour until the music died down.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, let's go check if Roxy hasn't left without us.</div></div>
[[ Go to the hall|c5_roxy_party_go_home]]When they returned to the break room, Susan asked.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">So what did you want to tell me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You see, I accidentally overheard a conversation today...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Accidentally? Oh yeah, I totally get you!</div></div>
Alice ignored the irony in Susan's voice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Roxy was talking to some guy. I don't know who he is, but I'm pretty sure they were discussing drugs. Not regular ones either, but ones related to sexual desire.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Interesting... Maybe they were just talking about Viagra?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No. They were talking about some shit that makes you lose your mind. And Roxy has already used it on one of the girls.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Are you sure?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Almost certainly. Roxy gives her something. Either slips it in her food or some other way. Then she arranges these sex marathons. And in the end, the girl turns into a dumb bimbo who can't think about anything but sex.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">You're talking about Denise, aren't you?</div></div>
Sophie was listening intently to the girl's story.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes. I definitely heard her name in the conversation. And it seems Roxy isn't doing this out of sadism or horniness. From what I understood, she has some kind of plans for Denise.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">That's insane... But yeah, it makes sense. Denise has gone completely crazy lately. She wasn't this sex-obsessed before.</div></div>
Susan looked at Alice and Sophie with concern.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Girls, do you realize what you're talking about? This isn't just dorm harassment or group sex at a party. This is really serious. Are you sure you're not mistaken?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sure Roxy was discussing getting some drug with that guy. And I'm ALMOST sure it turns people into sex-crazed idiots. And I definitely heard them mention Denise's name. Roxy also said she was almost done with Dennis and had another "guinea pig" lined up. And she asked for more of the drug.</div></div>
Sophie looked at Alice fearfully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">But lately Roxy's been mostly harassing you...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's exactly what scares me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">This is complete madness.</div></div>
Susan rubbed her face with her hands, gathering her thoughts.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">I wanted to dig up a few secrets, just to discuss some "hot" gossip with the girls. But what you're telling me... This is too serious.
Sorry Alice, I can't just take your word for it. But I'll check it out. I have an idea who Roxy might discuss such things with. Though I can't imagine what his interest is. This is all very strange.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Maybe we should report this to the police?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Report what? That Alice kind of heard Roxy supposedly discussing some drug that affects minds? You don't even know the name of this stuff.
No, we need to handle this differently. I'll carefully spread a rumor that this guy is dealing in sex-enhancing drugs. If it's true and the rumor reaches the right people - he'll get busted and lose access to this drug. Which means Roxy won't be able to get it either.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So neither he nor Roxy will be punished for this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Depends what you consider punishment. But either way, this is the most I can do.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Thanks for that much at least.</div></div>
Alice listened.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">The music's not blasting anymore. Looks like the sex party is ending. Susan, you should go. We don't want Roxy catching us together. Then we'll definitely get in trouble for letting you in here.</div></div>
After quick goodbyes, the girls saw Susan out and closed the door behind her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, time to check on Roxy. Hope she hasn't left without us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I really don't want to deal with her after what you told me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Like we were enjoying that crazy bitch's company before this...</div></div>
[[ Continue | c5_roxy_party_go_home]]
<<set $told_about_drugs to true>>Back in the break room, the girls settled into the soft armchairs.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">I have to admit, I'm a bit shocked.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">By what? You wanted to see something "hot" yourself.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">I just wanted to find out who hangs out with Roxy. Just to gossip with my friends later.
I wasn't expecting to witness an orgy like that!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Welcome to our world. Hang around Roxy more and you'll see even crazier stuff.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">Thanks, but I'll pass.</div></div>
Alice listened carefully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">The music's not blasting anymore. Looks like the sex party is ending. Susan, you should go. We don't want Roxy catching us together. Then we'll definitely get in trouble for letting you in here.</div></div>
After quick goodbyes, the girls saw Susan out and closed the door behind her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, time to check on Roxy. Hope she hasn't left without us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yeah, she might have. I wouldn't be surprised if she completely forgot she brought us here.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c5_roxy_party_go_home]]<img src="images/c5_party_22.png" alt="c5_party_22" width="80%">
Fortunately, Roxy hadn't left. She was lounging contentedly on one of the couches.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh! You're still here? I completely forgot about you.
Why haven't you left yet?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, we came here with you. I thought you'd drive us back. How else are we supposed to get to campus?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh, right... I hadn't thought about that...</div></div>
Roxy's speech was slurred, and Alice realized she was drunk.
<span class='thought'>Hope the alcohol doesn't make her even crazier. She causes enough trouble when she's sober.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, shall we go? Or do we need to clean up here?</div></div>
Alice surveyed the aftermath of the wild party. Glasses, beer cans and bottles were scattered everywhere. A tablecloth had been torn off one of the tables and tossed aside. Apparently someone had been having sex right on the table. There were stains from drinks, food and possibly other fluids Alice didn't want to think about on the furniture and carpet.
<span class='thought'>If she makes us clean this up, we won't leave until morning. And we probably couldn't get the place looking decent anyway. This needs a team of professional cleaners with industrial cleaning supplies.</span>
Roxy also looked at the mess and waved her hand dismissively.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Forget it. The servants will handle it in the morning. Let's go. I don't like staying here overnight.</div></div>
Alice thought that dawn was less than a couple hours away, so "staying overnight" wasn't really accurate at this point.
<span class='thought'>Whatever! The important thing is this crazy party is finally over! Soon we'll be back at the dorm and I can crash!</span>
<<if not $were_hiding_in_room>>
She suddenly realized how incredibly exhausted she was from the night. There had been too many events, too much information to process. She looked at Sophie, who appeared fresh and alert.
<span class='thought'>Clever fox! Spent the whole time in the break room, got some sleep and feels great.
But I learned some things. I just need to rest, get my thoughts in order and really think it all through. Today might seriously change my future.</span>
<</if>>
Roxy got up from the couch and walked unsteadily toward the exit.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Umm... Roxy?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't you want to get dressed? You're completely naked.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Does that bother you? Keep hassling me and I'll make you strip too. Maybe we'll even have an after-party on the way back to campus.</div></div>
Alice realized Roxy wasn't as drunk as she'd initially thought. Or maybe she was sobering up. Either way, she decided it was better not to push it and silently followed her.
<img src="images/c5_party_23.png" alt="c5_party_23" width="50%">
Outside, Roxy approached the van parked in the driveway.
<span class='thought'>Has it been here waiting for us this whole time? Or did the driver leave and come back?</span>
Her questions went unanswered. Roxy climbed in, sprawled across the seat and, yawning, knocked on the partition separating the passenger area from the driver.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Let's head back. That's enough fun for today.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c5_roxy_party_go_home_1]]Back in her room, Alice crashed immediately. In the morning, Sophie burst in and woke her up.
<img src="images/c5_party_24.png" alt="c5_party_24" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Good morning!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Nothing good about it... Sophie, we went to bed like three hours ago! Why are you barging in so early?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">That's exactly why I'm here. Roxy's definitely still asleep. This is our chance to sneak over to Mia's and tell her everything.</div></div>
Her friend's words made sense, but Alice pondered what exactly they should tell her.
<<if $spy_conversation and not $told_about_drugs>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I think we need to tell her about the drug situation first. That's clearly more important than who Roxy's sleeping with.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Are you sure you won't make things worse? Don't forget that Mia's a selfish opportunist, not our guardian angel. She might use this information for her own benefit in a way that makes everything worse for us.</div></div>
[[ - We should at least discuss it with Mia! We can't do anything about it ourselves. | c5_home_tell_mia]]
[[ - You're right. Better if no one knows about this. We'll just tell her about the orgy Roxy threw. | c5_home_dont_tell_mia]]
<<elseif $spy_conversation and $told_about_drugs>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I think since we already told Susan about the drug situation, we better not drag Mia into it. She might start her own scheme that could mess everything up. Plus, that "card revenge" incident showed that Mia doesn't really care how her schemes affect us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">If you say so. I also think Mia isn't as straightforward as she pretends to be.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c5_home_dont_tell_mia]]
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't see how telling Mia that Roxy had an orgy with her friends after the party would be useful.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, we kept our promise and uncovered one of Roxy's secrets. What to do with it - that's Mia's problem. The main thing is she better not forget to pay us what she promised.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Oh, we'll remind her!</div></div>
[[ Continue | c5_home_dont_tell_mia]]
<</if>><<silently>>
<<set $c6_b1_game_alice to 25>>
<<set $c6_b1_game_inga to 50>>
<<set $c6_b1_game_step to 25>>
<<run $c6_b1_game_state = setup.get_c6_b1_game_state()>>
<</silently>>
<div class="dialogue"><div class="hint">Hey there! Wanna play a little game called "Survive the Interrogation Without Losing Your Mind"?
Here's the deal: Inga's gonna tell Alice all the nasty things she'll do to her if she doesn't start talking.
Some of these threats are just bullshit, but others? She might actually follow through.
Your job is to decide whether to believe the threat or not.
If you buy into it - Alice gets scared shitless, whether it's real or not.
If Alice gets too terrified - game over, you lose.
But here's the kicker - if you DON'T believe a REAL threat, Inga's gonna get angry. And a pissed-off Inga? That's some seriously bad news.
You'll see two meters at the top - one shows how scared Alice is, the other shows how angry Inga is. Balance them and try to guess which threats are fake to win.</div></div>
[[Let's go!|c6_b1_game_1]]<<silently>>
<<set $c6_b1_game_alice to 0>>
<<set $c6_b1_game_inga to 0>>
<<run $c6_b1_game_state = setup.get_c6_b1_game_state()>>
<</silently>>
$c6_b1_game_state
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Let's start with a classic - waterboarding. The old school method was dunking heads in buckets of water. Or toilets, for the particularly stubborn ones.
But that's messy. The subject might swallow water or even drown. Thankfully, someone came up with a brilliant alternative - the wet cloth method. Just lay the subject on their back, place a wet cloth over their face, and slowly pour water on it.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_1.png" alt="c6_b1_game_1" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">It works beautifully! They can't breathe and think they're drowning, but no water actually enters their lungs. You're in complete control. Lift the cloth for a quick breath, then continue. Even if they pass out, a couple of slaps will bring them back. Then we start over.
For extra fun, we can use something more interesting than water. Piss, for example. Imagine the sensation of drowning in urine! A few hours of this, and you'll be singing like a canary.</div></div>
<<link [[Believe it|c6_b1_game_2]]>><<run $c6_b1_game_alice = $c6_b1_game_alice + $c6_b1_game_step>><</link>>
<<link [[Don't believe!|c6_b1_game_2]]>><<run $c6_b1_game_inga = $c6_b1_game_inga + $c6_b1_game_step>><</link>><<silently>>
<<run $c6_b1_game_state = setup.get_c6_b1_game_state()>>
<<run setup.check_c6_b1_game_state()>>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Next up, electricity. My personal favorite! Most people are scared of it, worried about heart failure. Amateurs either avoid it altogether or just use it on asses and other insensitive areas. Pathetic!
You're lucky - you're dealing with a professional. I've got some wonderful toys. See these clamps? They attach firmly to your nipples. The copper contacts are separated and positioned on the sides, allowing me to send current directly through your nipples. Mmm... exquisite! I bet you'll piss yourself after the first dozen shocks.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_2.png" alt="c6_b1_game_2" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">But that's not all! I've got the same toy for your pussy. These clamps attach to your labia and clit. I can precisely control which contacts receive current. Trust me, I'll roast your pussy to well-done! Think you'll still keep quiet when electricity is coursing through your clit?</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_3.png" alt="c6_b1_game_3" width="50%">
<<link [[Believe it|c6_b1_game_3]]>><<run $c6_b1_game_alice = $c6_b1_game_alice + $c6_b1_game_step>><</link>>
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<<run $c6_b1_game_state = setup.get_c6_b1_game_state()>>
<<run setup.check_c6_b1_game_state()>>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Actually, we probably won't even get to the electricity. You'll talk much sooner. All it takes is this little spiked clamp on your nipple and a gentle tug.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_4.png" alt="c6_b1_game_4" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">And for your pussy, I've got these sturdy metal clamps. I'll attach them firmly, stretch them apart with a strong rubber band, and leave you like that for a couple of hours. When I return, your labia will be stretched to your knees. And you won't just talk - you'll sing like a spring bird!</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_5.png" alt="c6_b1_game_5" width="50%">
<<link [[Believe it|c6_b1_game_4]]>><<run $c6_b1_game_alice = $c6_b1_game_alice + $c6_b1_game_step>><</link>>
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<<run $c6_b1_game_state = setup.get_c6_b1_game_state()>>
<<run setup.check_c6_b1_game_state()>>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">You know what? If by some miracle you still haven't talked after all this, we'll take a break. I'll go home to my warm bed. And you? You'll spend the night in a cell with some hardened criminals. We've got a few general population cells here, packed with twenty men each. They've been locked up for years, starved for female company. You'll be their little treat. And I'll make sure they know they don't need to be gentle with you.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_6.png" alt="c6_b1_game_6" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">So while I'm resting and recharging, you'll be getting reamed.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_7.png" alt="c6_b1_game_7" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Hard and often. Every hole. Taking turns and gangbanging.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_7_1.png" alt="c6_b1_game_7_1" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Believe me, you've never even seen as many dicks in your life as will be shoved into you tonight.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_7_2.png" alt="c6_b1_game_7_2" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">You'll become one giant fuckhole.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_8.png" alt="c6_b1_game_8" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">In the morning, they'll bring you to me - thoroughly used and dripping with cum. And we'll continue our little chat. If you're still not cooperative, your next break will be exactly the same. Trust me, I've got enough depraved inmates here to keep you on a non-stop gangbang rotation for months. Your life will become an endless parade of cocks fucking every hole you've got.</div></div>
<<link [[Believe it|c6_b1_game_5]]>><<run $c6_b1_game_alice = $c6_b1_game_alice + $c6_b1_game_step*2>><</link>>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">By the way, did I mention we've figured out what those pills you were pushing actually do? Did you really think staying silent would keep us in the dark?
Our chemists quickly identified it as a powerful aphrodisiac. They say the orgasms it induces are mind-blowing. No wonder students get hooked on this shit so easily.
But like any drug, there's a nasty side effect. Take it regularly, and lust will consume your every thought. It doesn't happen overnight though. You'd need to pop this crap daily for months before it really fries your brain.
But our chemists are quite talented, you know. Just out of curiosity, they synthesized a supercharged version of this little party favor.</div></div>
She places a vial of dark liquid on the table.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_9.png" alt="c6_b1_game_9" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Of course, they haven't tested it on humans yet. I thought it would be poetic justice to make you our test subject. What do you think?</div></div>
Alice looks at the officer with terror in her eyes.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Wait, I haven't even told you about the expected effects yet.
First comes the euphoria and uncontrollable desire. You'll crave sex like a junkie needs a fix - with anyone, anywhere, any way possible. Every touch, every orgasm will be more intense than anything you've ever experienced. This will last about five or six hours. Orgasm after orgasm, each more mind-blowing than the last. No fatigue, no loss of sensitivity.</div></div>
The officer smirks.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">But of course, I won't let you actually do anything. Oh no! You'll be tightly restrained. I'll position you so even a breeze couldn't touch your most sensitive areas.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_10.png" alt="c6_b1_game_10" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">You'll scream, cry, and beg me for release. You'd sell your soul to be my eternal slave for just one touch. But you won't get it. Instead, you'll be left helpless, moaning and dripping like a bitch in heat.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_11.png" alt="c6_b1_game_11" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Let's hope you don't lose your mind during those hours. Because after that comes the real fun - the long-term effects.
At this concentration, the drug rewires your brain permanently after just one dose. Your cognitive abilities will take a nosedive, and sex will become your sole motivation. You'll constantly seek satisfaction, but regular sex will feel bland. You'll start experimenting with increasingly extreme acts. Things you'd never consider now will become your new normal. Men, women, groups - it won't matter. The most depraved, disgusting acts? You'll try them all!
The best part? You'll never be satisfied. Any sexual encounter will only bring temporary relief before the uncontrollable hunger returns.
I imagine you'll end up in some cheap brothel, servicing an endless stream of clients.
How does that future sound to you?</div></div>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">You know, I almost feel bad that such a pretty girl has to go through all this.
Speaking of beauty, I notice you don't have any piercings or tattoos. Not into body art? Or just scared?
I think we should fix that. I've got just the right tools for the job.</div></div>
She twirls a long, thick needle in front of Alice's face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Normally when getting pierced, they numb the area first and make it quick so you don't feel much pain.
But where's the fun in that? I'll go slow, and of course, no anesthesia. I will start with your nipples.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_12.png" alt="c6_b1_game_12" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I'm sure you'll love it. But that's just the beginning. I'll turn your pussy into a Christmas tree decked out with decorations! It'll take a couple hours, but we've got all the time in the world. I'll have my fun while you enjoy the full bouquet of pain as your most intimate parts get slowly pierced.
The best part? These piercings will open up new possibilities for entertainment! Imagine being chained to the floor with one of your new rings pulled up to the ceiling. You'll experience sensations like never before. And I'll leave you like that for a while so you can really soak it all in.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_13.png" alt="c6_b1_game_13" width="100%">
<<link [[Believe it|c6_b1_game_7]]>><<run $c6_b1_game_alice = $c6_b1_game_alice + $c6_b1_game_step>><</link>>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I think we shouldn't stop at piercings. Let's give you some cute tattoos too. But don't expect butterflies and flowers. We'll choose something more... meaningful.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_14.png" alt="c6_b1_game_14" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">You see, prisons have their own tattoo culture. So when you get there - and you will get there - you'll need to know your place.
A few choice words etched into your skin will tell both inmates and guards exactly who you are and how you should be treated. Trust me, with these marks, you'll be the lowest bitch in the yard for your entire sentence. Anyone who sees you will know you're just a common whore, good for anyone's use.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_15.png" alt="c6_b1_game_15" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">So prison life will be quite entertaining for you, as you'll be servicing anyone who wants you. You'll lick every hole in that place and suck every cock. I can't even imagine what they'll make you do. Believe me, people locked up for years get incredibly creative with their humiliations.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_16.png" alt="c6_b1_game_16" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">The best part? You'll never climb that pathetic prison social ladder. These tattoos aren't just for show - everyone knows what they mean. And you'll never convince anyone that I gave them to you during interrogation rather than your fellow inmates for "special services."</div></div>
<<link [[Believe it|c6_b1_game_8]]>><<run $c6_b1_game_alice = $c6_b1_game_alice + $c6_b1_game_step>><</link>>
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<<run $c6_b1_game_alice = 0>>
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[[ * Replay the interrogation | c6_b1_game_start ]]
The officer studied Alice intently, assessing her state. Deciding the girl was sufficiently frightened, she returned to her questioning.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Alright, who did you buy the pills from? And who else is selling them to students?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... I...</div></div>
Alice wanted to say "I don't know," but realized that answer wouldn't satisfy the officer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'll find out.</div></div>
The woman raised an eyebrow.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">What do you mean? You don't know who you bought from?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't buy anything, but you won't believe me anyway. So I'll find out. Just give me a chance!
I'm willing to help you. Any way I can. I can go back to campus and ask around about these pills. I can talk to Roxy if you let us meet. She probably knows all the details.
I'll also try questioning Mia. I think she might help track down the guy who's selling the pills. She's from a wealthy family, and those types all know each other one way or another.
I'll figure something out!
Just please, don't do those horrible things to me.</div></div>
The officer looked at Alice with a thoughtful expression.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I really want to tell you everything! But... Right now I just don't know. But I'll try to find out! Whatever it takes!
Or, if you want...</div></div>
Alice hesitated for a moment, gathering courage to say what she was thinking.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I can confess. No, I didn't do anything! But you'll make me confess anyway. So why go through all this horror?
Just give me the papers and I'll sign them. I'll admit I was selling the pills. Or whatever else you're accusing me of. It doesn't matter. I'll agree to anything. I know I have no choice.
But don't ask me to tell you things I don't know. Sure, under torture I'll probably make something up or implicate someone. But is that really what you want?</div></div>
The officer drummed her fingers on the table.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Interesting twist. So you're willing to confess to anything? What if I demand you admit to manufacturing these pills yourself?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'll agree to that too.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">You do realize that means years in prison? Possibly decades.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Probably. I don't know. But I can't endure all the things you've threatened me with.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Good that you understand that.</div></div>
She leaned back in her chair and stared thoughtfully at the ceiling.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Truly an interesting situation. Either you're telling the truth, or there's something you fear more than prison. Either way, you're useless to me right now.
I'll gather information from other sources. And I'll definitely find out all the details. And if I discover you're just putting on an act for me...</div></div>
She gave Alice a meaningful look. The girl just shrugged. After all the horrors she'd been threatened with, a wave of apathy washed over her from her own helplessness.
<span class='thought'>Why bother trying to convince her when she won't believe me anyway?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Alright, we're done for today. I've got other business to attend to. Take her away.</div></div>
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[[ * Replay the interrogation | c6_b1_game_start ]]
Vividly imagining what was being described, Alice broke down.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, no, no! Please, don't do this!
I'll admit to anything! Yes, I was selling pills at the university. Roxy bought them from me. I sold them to Dennis too. And to other girls as well.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">There we go! Much better! Enough with the "I don't know, I won't tell" routine. You know everything and you're going to tell me everything. So who did you get them from?</div></div>
Alice paused, needing to come up with a lie quickly. Something that would be hard to verify.
<span class='thought'>Shit, shit, shit! Can't stall for time. Need to think of something.</span>
Then it hit her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I got them from Mia. But I don't know who her supplier was.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Which Mia?
...Ah, got it. And you're not lying to me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, of course not! You can check for yourself! She should have a stash of cash in her room.</div></div>
The officer started flipping through her notebook, searching for something. Alice waited with bated breath. Her logic was simple - Mia wasn't just a rich girl, but always involved in shady dealings. So she must have money. Way more than a normal student would need. Alice knew for a fact that Mia kept some cash in her room. But would it be enough to raise suspicion?
Finally, the woman found what she was looking for and started reading, muttering to herself.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Ah, I see... Yes, that explains a lot.</div></div>
Alice was elated.
<span class='thought'>Am I saved? Hallelujah!!!!</span>
Did she feel guilty about framing an innocent girl? Right now, Alice wasn't thinking about that. She just wanted to avoid the horrors the cop had described at any cost.
<span class='thought'>Besides, it's Mia's own fault! She should have warned me about the raid!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Looks like you're telling the truth. No, we didn't find any money in Mia's room. But we did find a very nice safe hidden in her dresser. Open and empty. And most importantly - we didn't find Mia herself. She left town right before we arrived.
And I was strongly advised not to look for her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Who advised you?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">That's none of your business!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Yes! That means she doesn't know it was Mia who tipped them off about the drugs. They just ordered her not to touch the girl without explaining why. Now she thinks someone really powerful, with connections in the police department or higher, warned Mia.</span>
Apparently, Alice's emotions showed on her face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Don't get too excited. This doesn't clear you. After all, you're the one who was selling pills to students.
But since you're finally being cooperative, we'll skip the enhanced interrogation methods. I hope you won't disappoint me. Remember, if you start clamming up again, I'll do everything I promised. Understood?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, ma'am. I understand. I'll answer all your questions.</div></div>
The interrogation continued for about an hour. Alice described the "details" of her drug dealing, trying to sound convincing without overdoing it. Yes, she got the drugs from Mia. Returned the money after sales, keeping her cut. Many girls bought from her, but only Roxy and Dennis were regulars. No, no one knew about Mia except her. All the other girls only dealt with Alice. And so on. Alice realized the key was to stick to the version the officer had already come up with in her head. That way she'd believe it easily and overlook any minor inconsistencies.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Excellent. That's more like it. We'll end here for today. Take her back to her cell.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c6_b1_game_alice_broke_1]]Alice was called in for interrogations over the next several days. Fearing further abuse, she didn't deny anything and "honestly" confessed to everything the officer accused her of.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">So, Alice, have you finally realized that cooperating with us is in your best interest?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes... I'll tell the truth.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Excellent. Let's sort out your case then. According to the law, for large-scale drug distribution, you qualify for expedited proceedings. This means you don't need to be present in court personally. I'll submit all the materials to the judge, they'll review the case, interview witnesses, and issue a verdict.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But... how is that possible? Don't I get a lawyer? A trial?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Ha! You think we're going to waste time and money on formalities for the likes of you? We have a streamlined system for drug dealers. The judge will review your case in absentia.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And... what kind of sentence am I looking at?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Sentence? Oh, that's the interesting part. You'll serve your punishment "until fully rehabilitated." This means you'll remain in prison until the administration decides you've reformed and are ready to rejoin society.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But... how do they determine that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Don't worry, we have effective rehabilitation methods. You'll be very motivated to prove you've reformed. Otherwise, you might spend many, many years behind bars.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">This... this isn't fair!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Fair is when drug dealers are in prison, not poisoning our youth. Case closed. Back to your cell.</div></div>
And so, without a trial or legal representation, Alice was convicted of large-scale drug trafficking and sent to prison for an indefinite term.
[[ Continue | c6_b1_ending_prison]]<<silently>>
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[[ * Replay the interrogation | c6_b1_game_start ]]
The officer studied Alice's face closely, realizing the girl didn't believe her threats. Her expression darkened until she finally jumped up from the table and screamed at Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Think I'm fucking around with you? Well, you asked for this!</div></div>
She approached the guard and whispered an order. He left the interrogation room but soon returned with a strange black rubber object. Without a word, he sat Alice on a hard stool in the center of the room, cuffed her hands behind her back, and started pulling the device over her head. Alice barely had time to see it resembled a gas mask - but instead of protective lenses, there were solid rubber plugs, and where the filter should be was some odd tube.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_gasmask_1.png" alt="c6_b1_game_gasmask_1" width="100%">
When the device was secured, Alice realized she couldn't see anything and couldn't breathe through her nose. The only air came through the tube now forced into her mouth.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmm....</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Don't start moaning yet, we're just getting warmed up.</div></div>
Alice couldn't see as the officer connected a long hose to the breathing tube. She screwed a valve onto the other end and secured it to the ceiling.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_gasmask_2.png" alt="c6_b1_game_gasmask_2" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Let's test it out.</div></div>
She turned the valve and Alice immediately struggled to breathe. Air barely made it through the tube now, forcing her to exert tremendous effort for each breath.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmm!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Perfect. Your reaction tells me it's working just right.</div></div>
The officer turned the valve further, cutting off Alice's air completely. She thrashed, desperate for breath. Just as she started to black out, the cop opened the valve slightly, letting her recover briefly before cutting her off again.
She repeated this several times, bringing Alice to the edge of unconsciousness. The girl's head swam, her thoughts muddled. She sat limply, focused only on catching her breath during the brief moments when air flowed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Judging by your state, you're ready for the main event.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What? There's more? What the hell else is she going to do to me?</span>
The officer left the valve slightly open, just enough for Alice to barely breathe, and stepped away. In the suffocating rubber mask, Alice couldn't see anything, relying only on sounds and touches to understand what was happening.
Someone's hands pulled her up from the stool. She heard a scraping sound, like something being moved across the floor. Then pressure on her shoulders forced her to sit back down. As she lowered herself, she felt something press against her pussy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmm!</div></div>
Alice tried to protest, but the pressure increased, forcing her down onto something ridged.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_gasmask_3.png" alt="c6_b1_game_gasmask_3" width="100%">
A thick dildo pushed into her vagina, stretching her as it went deeper.
<span class='thought'>Fuck! It's too big!</span>
Finally, the toy was fully inside her, her lips pressed against its base. Someone pulled her cuffed hands upward, forcing her to lean forward until her clit pressed against something bumpy.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_gasmask_4.png" alt="c6_b1_game_gasmask_4" width="100%">
Then her legs were pulled apart, leaving her barely able to touch the floor with her toes. All her weight now rested on her crotch, impaled on the dildo. A couple of clicks and shackles locked around her ankles, keeping her legs spread wide.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_gasmask_5.png" alt="c6_b1_game_gasmask_5" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">What a beautiful sight!
You're probably wondering what I've strapped you to? Oh, just the most tireless lover in the world!</div></div>
Click. The dildo inside Alice began to rotate slightly, massaging her vaginal walls.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmm!</div></div>
Alice let out a muffled protest. The toy was already too big, stretching her hole and filling her completely. When it started moving, the sensations became painful.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Don't worry. It only hurts at first. You'll learn to love it.</div></div>
Click. The toy stopped moving.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">And to help you get in the mood faster, I'll give you a little assistance.</div></div>
Click. The base of the dildo, where Alice's lips and clit were pressed, started vibrating. At first gently, but growing more intense every second.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Rrrggghhgr!</div></div>
Alice tried to scream but only managed a gurgling growl. The relentless vibrations tormented her genitals, making her jerk against her restraints. She wanted to catch her breath, but the trickle of air through the tube wasn't enough. Her consciousness started to fade again.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Easy now! Don't get ahead of yourself. We're just getting started.</div></div>
The vibrations decreased and finally stopped with another click. Alice focused on breathing, feeling like she'd just run a marathon. Just as she started to recover, the officer noticed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I see you're eager for more.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmmm!</div></div>
Alice tried to protest, but another click activated the device. This time, the officer combined gentle vibrations with the dildo's movement. Again bringing Alice to the edge before shutting it off.
Alice soon realized the cop was an expert at using this hellish device on women. She perfectly timed when Alice was about to pass out. And her warning about "pleasure" proved true. Soon, Alice stopped worrying about the toy's size. She fought against the building arousal, but the oxygen deprivation made every sensation more intense. Each activation brought her closer to the edge.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and trembled through an orgasm. Incredibly sharp, vivid sensations overwhelmed her - the last thing she felt before passing out from lack of air.
[[Continue|c6_b1_game_inga_rage_2]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmm!</div></div>
Alice groaned in protest as she regained consciousness. She was still in the interrogation room, still strapped to that hellish device that had sent her into oblivion at the peak of pleasure. Breathing came slightly easier now - someone must have opened the air valve wider. She was also wet and cold. Apparently, they'd revived her the old-fashioned way - with a bucket of ice water.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">So? Did you enjoy that?
I hope so, because we're going to continue.
Though we need to make some improvements. Can't have the guard running for water every ten minutes. And we don't need a swamp in here.</div></div>
Alice felt the woman stick something to the skin of her buttocks. Then, after applying cold lube to her anus, she began pushing in a small plug.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmm!</div></div>
The new intrusion was small, but combined with the dildo already stretching her pussy, it was too much. Still, the woman's persistence won out, and the plug slid into place.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_gasmask_6.png" alt="c6_b1_game_gasmask_6" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Let's test this...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Rrrggghh!</div></div>
An electric shock jolted between Alice's cheeks, making her scream. Another followed, burning her asshole.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Works like a charm.
As you've probably guessed, if you pass out again, this is how I'll wake you up. Should give you extra motivation to stay focused and present.</div></div>
She adjusted the valve again, making Alice struggle for each breath. And then the madness began...
The next few hours blurred into an endless stream. Alice quickly lost track of time, becoming like a sleepwalker. She was conscious, but didn't know who she was, where she was, or what was happening. Her mind was overwhelmed by intense sensations. The arousal never faded, only building to explosive orgasms. The suffocation kept her from recovering, making each climax painfully intense. And the pain - sharp jolts of electricity the officer sent through her ass. She used them not just to revive Alice, but sometimes just to shock her at the peak of arousal. It drove Alice insane. Building tension, violent orgasm, searing pain. Again. And again.
Alice didn't notice when it ended. Maybe she finally passed out, beyond even the electricity's reach. Or maybe her mind simply stopped processing, temporarily reducing her to a moaning animal.
She came to in her cell, lying on a worn-out mattress. Apparently, the guard had carried her here after the officer ended her twisted torture.
<img src="images/c6_b1_game_gasmask_7.png" alt="c6_b1_game_gasmask_7" width="100%">
[[Continue | c6_b1_investigation]]Alice sat in her cell. They hadn't called her in for questioning anymore, and she couldn't understand what was happening or what they wanted from her. The guards regularly brought her food and occasionally took her to shower. These were the only events that allowed her to roughly estimate the passage of time. She had no other ways to tell - even the dim light in her cell never went out, making it impossible to distinguish day from night.
<span class='thought'>I think it's been about a week...</span>
She tried talking to the guards to find out what was going on. But it seemed they were just as clueless.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">The investigation is ongoing. If they have questions for you, they'll call you in.</div></div>
[[Wait | c6_b1_investigation_done]]
<div class="dialogue"><div class="hint">The investigation results depend on Alice's relationships with the other girls.</div></div>Finally, nearly a month later, she was led down the familiar corridor to the interrogation rooms. The same police officer was waiting for her.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_3.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_3" width="100%">
<<if $relationships.girls < -5>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Oh! Look who's here - our little drug dealer! Missed me?</div></div>
Alice didn't respond, eyeing the suspiciously cheerful officer warily.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I've got great news for you! The investigation is over, the verdict is in, so pack your bags - you're moving to prison.
Oh wait... You don't have anything to pack. Well, that makes the move easier.</div></div>
Alice was stunned by this announcement.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait, what are you talking about? What prison? I'm innocent! There hasn't even been a trial yet. This isn't your decision to make!</div></div>
The officer laughed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course. We'll give you a trial with lawyers, jury, and all that stuff.
You should have read the laws before getting into the drug business. Drug dealers are tried under a simplified system. No need for all that pomp and personal presence.
I passed all the collected information to the judge, he reviewed everything, interviewed witnesses.
By the way, almost all your classmates confirmed you were dealing drugs. Only one, some Sophie, argued and practically screamed that you were framed. Speaking of which, we'll need to check her too. That's suspicious. Confess, is she your accomplice? Were you working together?</div></div>
Alice remained silent, overwhelmed by the news.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Fine. Stay silent. Doesn't matter anymore. I'll figure it out myself.
Here, take a look at the court verdict.</div></div>
She placed a single sheet on the table. Alice took it and started reading. In her shocked state, she struggled through the legal jargon, picking out only certain phrases. "Drug trafficking", "large quantities", "found guilty", "sentenced to prison".
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait... It doesn't even say how long my sentence is! This is insane!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">No, it's correct. We're not monsters! Our goal isn't to punish you, but to rehabilitate you. To instill proper values and explain why this behavior is unacceptable. To transform a dishonest drug dealer into a productive member of society. So for these charges, you're sentenced "until complete rehabilitation".</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't understand... What does this mean?</div></div>
The officer looked at Alice and smirked.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Alright, I'll explain since you're so slow. It means you'll stay until the prison administration decides you're "rehabilitated". And believe me, you'll try very, very hard to convince them of that. Otherwise, you could spend many years behind bars. And the rehabilitation methods there are quite... persuasive. But you'll see for yourself soon enough.
That's it. Case closed. Take her away.</div></div>
The guard led the bewildered girl out of the interrogation room.
[[Continue|c6_b1_ending_prison]]
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Finally. I was getting tired of waiting for you. Here, sign here and here.</div></div>
She placed some documents and a pen on the table. Alice quickly scanned the document.
<span class='thought'>"I confirm that all my rights were observed"... "I waive any claims"...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What is this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Your ticket to freedom. Rejoice! All your classmates said you had nothing to do with drugs and didn't even live in that room. So sign it and get lost. No need to occupy the cell.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But it says here about my rights being observed and that I have no claims regarding my arrest and detention.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Just a formality. Or do you have any complaints?</div></div>
Alice thought for a moment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Am I correct in understanding that if I don't sign this, I'll be sent back to my cell?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Smart girl! Exactly. If you think your rights were violated, I'll have to conduct an internal investigation. I probably won't find any violations, but it could take a couple of months. Maybe even half a year. And you'll have to stay here that whole time. Bureaucracy, you know how it is.</div></div>
Alice quickly signed the document.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Excellent. Now get out of here.</div></div>
The guard handed Alice a bag of clothes. It was the same nightgown she had been wearing when she was brought in weeks ago.
<span class='thought'>Unbelievable... I've been walking around naked all this time. I think I even got used to it. Maybe I should become a nudist?</span>
Alice imagined herself sunbathing naked on a beach surrounded by other naked people and grimaced.
<span class='thought'>No, that's definitely not for me.</span>
She quickly put on the clothes and followed the guard out of the room.
[[Continue|c6_b1_ending_released]]
<</if>><img src="images/c6_b1_ending_released.png" alt="c6_b1_ending_released" width="100%">
Sophie was waiting for Alice in the police station lobby.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm so glad to see you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Me too!</div></div>
Sophie smiled, looked her over, and handed her a bag.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Here. I figured you'd need this.</div></div>
Alice peeked inside and found her clothes. She quickly changed in the restroom, swapping her nightgown for jeans and a t-shirt, so she could step outside looking presentable.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">How are you? Everything okay? The rumors are pretty scary. They say they torture detainees here and... do other awful things.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah, not the most pleasant place. But I survived and I'm free! That's what matters.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">It was Roxy, that bitch, who set you up. The police found pills in room 4. And according to the records, that was your room. I kept telling them you never even went in there and it was essentially Roxy's second room. But they wouldn't listen! They even tried to accuse me of being an accomplice. Good thing the other girls backed me up.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah, thank goodness for that. How's things at the university? I'm guessing Roxy's not in the dorms anymore.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Nope. Huge scandal! The police turned everything upside down. Found a bunch of other violations. You should've seen our dean! He's been walking around red with anger this whole time. They kicked Roxy out without any discussion, despite all her parents' support. But I get the feeling they're not too happy with their daughter's stunt either. The scandal hit them too.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Awesome! We really stirred up the hornet's nest. Finally, there'll be some order at the university.</div></div>
Sophie looked at Alice sadly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">There will. They even assigned some inspector to keep an eye on everything. So no more bullying, bribes, or other crap. The girls say it's temporary though. That once the fuss dies down, things will go back.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Whatever! Roxy's definitely not coming back. Why so glum?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well... here's the thing... Just look at this. They told me to give this to you.</div></div>
She handed Alice a document. The girl read it carefully.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">An expulsion notice?! But why?!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Officially for missed classes and failed exams. Plus the fact that you were under suspicion played a role. But I think it's because you made waves. For some reason, the administration decided you were the one who tipped off the police.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mia... She definitely ratted me out! When the scandal broke, she tried to cover her own ass and pinned it all on me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Maybe. Or maybe one of the cops whispered to the dean that they got to the drugs through you. They're convinced you were really dealing but managed to wriggle out of it by getting the girls to lie for you. They're really pissed at you.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So not only can't I go back to university, but I need to get out of this town as fast as possible before the angry cops set me up for something?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Honestly, I hadn't thought of that, but... yeah, probably...</div></div>
Alice gave a sad smile, adjusting the bag of belongings on her shoulder.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Got it. Walk me to the bus stop?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Of course! I'm so sorry things turned out this way.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's alright, don't worry. If there's one person who's definitely not to blame here, it's you.</div></div>
[[Continue|c6_b1_ending_released_1]]<h1>Epilogue</h1>
Alice sat on the bus, watching the last suburban houses pass by the window. She had several hours of travel ahead to her hometown. Then she'd have a long walk to her parents' farm, unless she could hitch a ride.
<span class='thought'>So what? Was all this for nothing? So much effort and stress, and I'm returning to where it all began.</span>
She tuned into her feelings. No, something had changed. The place was the same, but she was different. Before, she saw her parents' farm as her inevitable fate until old age. Getting into university seemed like a gift from fate and her only chance to escape life's quagmire. She remembered her joy and excitement.
And now? Today's Alice would be deeply suspicious of such a "gift from fate." She no longer believed in luck, but she believed in herself. She wasn't afraid of spending her whole life on the farm anymore. She saw it only as a starting point from which she would move forward. Where to? She didn't know yet. But she felt she had the strength and persistence to forge a path toward her dreams. And on this path, she wouldn't rely on fortune's fickle moods.
<img src="images/c6_b1_ending_released_1.png" alt="c6_b1_ending_released_1" width="100%">
[[End|c6_b1_ending_released_2]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Congratulations! You've completed the game.
I don't know if this is a good ending or a bad one, but I'd call it "Reboot".</div></div>
<<button "Start over">>
<<run Engine.restart()>>
<</button>>Everything happened so fast that Alice could barely process it all. They forced her into a prison jumpsuit, cuffed her hands, and shoved her into a transport van. After about an hour's drive, they passed through the prison gates. Alice only started to fully grasp her situation as guards marched her down the corridor to her cell.
<img src="images/c6_b1_ending_prison.png" alt="c6_b1_ending_prison" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>What's going to happen now? How long will I be stuck here? What will I do when I get out?</span>
The thoughts swirling in her head were driving her into despair. If they'd given her a moment to sit and fully comprehend her situation, she probably would have broken down in tears. But the guards kept barking orders, constantly pushing her forward, leaving no time to wallow in misery. Finally, they reached her cell and shoved her inside. The cell was spacious but clearly meant to hold many inmates. Several women of various ages were already inside. All eyes turned to Alice as she entered, and one woman stepped forward, giving her a thorough once-over.
<img src="images/c6_b1_ending_prison_1.png" alt="c6_b1_ending_prison_1" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Well, well! Looks like they've thrown us another sweet piece of ass. Living the dream! So, tell us who you are and what brought you here. And I'll fill you in on the wonderful future that awaits you in this place.</div></div>
[[End|c6_b1_ending_prison_end]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Well, look what you've done! You landed poor Alice in prison. Just imagine what she's in for - surrounded by hardened criminals and perverted guards. And let's not forget the men's block right next door...
But hey, that's a story for another time.
For now, congratulations on completing the game! Even if it is the bad ending.</div></div>
<<button "Start over">>
<<run Engine.restart()>>
<</button>>Alice woke up to the sound of a lock being opened. For the first few seconds, she couldn't figure out where she was or what had happened. Why was she lying naked on some old cot in a strange windowless room? Then she remembered what happened that morning and groaned at the memories.
A guard entered the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Get up! Move it.</div></div>
Alice got up from the bed and walked to the door.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Where are you taking me? I need to get dressed!</div></div>
Ignoring her words, the guard skillfully snapped handcuffs on her wrists and ankles, then prodded her in the back with his baton, indicating the way.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">That way. And hurry up!</div></div>
Obeying the guard, Alice walked down the corridor with its concrete walls and floor. There were doors to other cells along the sides, and occasionally passages branching off to the sides. Whether they led to other cell blocks or something else, she couldn't tell. Urged on by her escort, she tried to walk faster but struggled. Her ankles were bound by a short chain that only allowed her to take tiny shuffling steps.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_1.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_1" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Why all this? Do they really think I'll try to escape?
And where would I even go naked? Speaking of which...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Where are my clothes? I need to get dressed!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">How should I know? Do I look like your personal valet? Probably still lying where you left them.</div></div>
The guard was rude but not aggressive. And he didn't seem to be the same one who helped the officer torment Alice that morning. So she decided to press further.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can I get them back? Or at least some other clothes? I can't just walk around naked!</div></div>
The guard smirked, clearly amused by the conversation.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Why not? You're doing just fine!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But what if someone sees me like this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Well, I'm seeing you right now. Not complaining. Quite the view, actually.</div></div>
At that moment, Alice could practically feel the guard's lecherous gaze roaming over her body.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_2.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_2" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>What a creep! Staring at a girl in this position!</span>
Realizing her situation, Alice grew frightened. Completely helpless, restrained, and alone. The officer's behavior that morning had made it clear how little her rights mattered here.
<span class='thought'>Shit... He could rape me right here and probably get away with it! Just pin me against the wall or bend me over in the hallway...
Then again, if he wanted to fuck me, he would've done it back in the cell. Why am I assuming he's some kind of monster? Sure, he's staring. But who wouldn't in this situation? Maybe I should try to win him over instead? He might actually help me...</span>
[[Put on a little show|c6_b1_jail_show]]
[[Stay quiet and avoid attention|c6_b1_jail_go]]Alice attempted to take a wide step, but the chains between her ankles caused her to stumble forward with a yelp. She had meant to stage a graceful fall, hoping the guard would help her up, but the restraints made her crash painfully to the concrete floor, landing hard on her knees in an awkward position with her rear sticking up.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_show_1.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_show_1" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>That was more dramatic than I intended...</span>
Alice imagined how she must look to the guard and felt a new wave of fear.
<span class='thought'>Please don't take advantage of this...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Get up! What are you doing down there?</div></div>
The guard gave Alice's exposed rear a light slap. She began struggling to rise, deliberately making a show of being tangled in the chains.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Are you kidding me? How can anyone be this clumsy?</div></div>
He grabbed her by the elbows and yanked her to her feet in one motion, pulling her body flush against his. Through his uniform pants, Alice could feel his erection pressing against her.
<span class='thought'>Careful... Don't overplay this or I might regret it...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">These chains are impossible! Can't you take them off? Where would I even go like this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Against regulations to remove restraints from prisoners in transit.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm going to kill myself trying to walk like this!</div></div>
The guard looked at the fresh scrapes on Alice's elbows and knees.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_show_2.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_show_2" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Fine, I'll help you since you're so helpless. But no funny business! Try anything and you'll regret it!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>I might regret this anyway...</span>
The guard walked beside her, one hand holding her elbow while the other rested on her waist. His hand didn't stay still for long, beginning to roam over her body. He seemed to think that helping her walk deserved a reward, and that reward was the chance to grope her freely.
<span class='thought'>Fine, whatever. Just don't let this go too far...</span>
Alice decided to take advantage of the guard's distraction and began carefully questioning him.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Do you know when they'll let me go?</div></div>
The question seemed to surprise him.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Why would you think they're letting you go?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I haven't done anything wrong! This is all a misunderstanding.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">You might think it's a misunderstanding, but Inga is convinced of your guilt.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Inga? Is that the officer who interrogated me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Yeah. You didn't even know her name?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">She never introduced herself. Are you taking me back to her now?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Of course. Where else? We don't exactly do movie nights and shopping trips for prisoners!</div></div>
The guard laughed, continuing to fondle Alice. Her lack of resistance seemed to put him in a good mood. She kept asking questions, hoping to both get information and distract him from her body. She desperately wanted to keep his arousal from crossing that line where her refusal would become just another spice in forced sex.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What does she want from me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Answers, obviously. What else are interrogations for? A confession would be nice too, though it's not strictly necessary. There's enough evidence against you to convince a judge easily.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I can't give her answers!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Bad move. My advice? Don't play the hero. I get it - you think snitching is wrong. "Never be a rat" and all that. But Inga knows how to interrogate. And she has plenty of ways to make you talk. Don't make this harder on yourself.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can she... hurt me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Oh yeah! We have simple rules here - if the prisoner doesn't need a doctor after interrogation, everything's fine. So the most you can hope for is that she won't kill or maim you. But trust me, she has more than enough ways to break you completely.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's horrible! How is that allowed?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Because it works. But here's some good news - you're lucky Inga's handling your case. She has this... quirk that saves you from the worst of it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What quirk?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">She doesn't allow her "charges" to be raped. Some personal hang-up of hers.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But she did it to me this morning!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Really?</div></div>
The guard seemed genuinely surprised.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes! She said she was searching for drugs, but really it was just... very painful. You know...</div></div>
Alice trailed off, not wanting to revisit the memory, though her still-sore rear reminded her that the guard might be overestimating the officer's morals.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Nah, that doesn't count. Trust me, if another officer was handling your case and you didn't talk on the first interrogation, you wouldn't be resting in a private cell. You'd be in general population. With a dozen thugs who would have spent the last few hours working over every hole in your body until you felt like one big fucked-out mess.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's horrible! Do they really do that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Absolutely. Very effective pressure tactic. Usually after that, prisoners will say anything to avoid going back to that cell. But Inga doesn't work that way. She won't even let us fuck prisoners. Even if they're willing.</div></div>
He winked at Alice and gave her rear a pinch.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey!</div></div>
Despite everything, his words gave Alice some relief.
<span class='thought'>At least I got lucky in that regard!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Don't get too happy. Inga has her own methods. Some would rather go through a gang rape than end up in her hands. So you'd better tell her everything you know.</div></div>
They reached another metal door. The guard finally stopped groping Alice, opened the door, and gave her a light push inside.
[[Enter the room|c6_b1_jail_2]]
<<set $story_show_for_guard to true>>They continued in silence. Alice shuffled ahead, careful not to take too wide a step and fall. The guard followed behind, not saying a word or touching her, but never taking his eyes off her naked body. Alice could feel the tension in her back. Any moment now, around this next corner, he would push her forward, forcing her to fall on all fours and...
These anxious thoughts drove her forward more than the guard's occasional shouts.
Finally, after another turn, they reached the interrogation room door, and Alice felt genuine relief.
<span class='thought'>Whew! Made it!</span>
But immediately a nagging thought popped into her head - she should have been more afraid of what awaited her in that room than of the guard in the empty hallway. Before she could dwell on it, the guard swung the door open and shoved her inside.
[[Continue|c6_b1_jail_2]]The room was nearly identical to the one where Alice had spent some unpleasant moments. The same concrete walls, the same table bolted to the floor. And behind it sat the same officer she'd already had the "pleasure" of meeting. She was writing in her notebook, but as soon as the door opened, the woman looked up sharply at the newcomers.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_3.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_3" width="100%">
<<if $story_show_for_guard>>
Noticing the scrapes on Alice's elbows and knees, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">What's this? Someone thinks they can ignore my orders?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">No ma'am! The detainee fell in the hallway and got scraped up. You know how our floors are.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Really? Is that truly what happened? Or did you decide to have a quick go at her despite my explicit instructions?</div></div>
Alice decided to speak up for the guard.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, ma'am. He's telling the truth. I got tangled in these chains and fell on the concrete floor.
It hurt! Why did you make me wear these shackles? Do you really think I could escape?</div></div>
Inga seemed somewhat appeased but still looked at Alice and the guard with suspicion.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Come here! Let's check. I can't stand being lied to.</div></div>
She forced Alice to bend far forward, hands on the chair, and began inspecting her pussy and asshole.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_4.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_4" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Hmm, doesn't look like you've been fucked recently. Or did you give him a blowjob on all fours?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, ma'am.</div></div>
Alice felt humiliated standing in this position, exposing her private parts to this stranger. But she remembered the guard's warning and how the last interrogation ended. So she decided to be as submissive as possible, not arguing or resisting.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Alright, I'm convinced.
Well then, let's continue our delightful conversation.</div></div>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Oh, look who's here - our stubborn little drug dealer! How are we feeling? Sore ass?</div></div>
Alice remained silent. Her ass still hurt, but she wasn't about to tell the officer that.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I hope you're in a more talkative mood this time.</div></div>
<</if>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Secure her properly.</div></div>
Following orders, the guard sat Alice at the table but didn't let her get comfortable on the hard chair. Detaching the chain binding her hands to her feet, he hooked it to a ceiling hook and pulled it slightly upward, forcing her to sit with raised arms, painfully pressing her stomach against the tabletop.
<img src="images/c6_b1_jail_5.png" alt="c6_b1_jail_5" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Remind me where we left off? Ah yes! You were going to tell me who you bought the pills from and who else is pushing that crap to students.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I really don't know! This is all a misunderstanding! I've never even seen that stuff.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Here we go again... I was hoping you'd had time to think and were ready to cooperate.
Well, I'll give you one last chance. I'm going to tell you exactly what's in store for you in the near future if you don't start talking right now. Then you can decide whether you want to take the hard way or not.</div></div>
[[Continue | c6_b1_game_start]]Alice woke up early in the morning to some strange noises. There was loud stomping in the hallway, voices, and doors slamming. Looking out into the corridor, she saw several girls standing along the wall. They were in their underwear and nightgowns, looking confused. Obviously, they had just gotten out of bed. All the room doors were wide open, with loud voices coming from inside.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_1.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_1" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's going on here?</div></div>
At that moment, another girl came tumbling out of one of the rooms. She was followed by a man in black uniform tightly gripping a rubber baton. Noticing Alice, he barked at her roughly.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_2.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_2" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">What, you need a special invitation? Get against the wall before I beat your ass.</div></div>
A frightened Alice hurried to join the others. Spotting Sophie among the girls, she squeezed in next to her and whispered.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What happened? Who is that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I don't know. They just burst into the dorm and started forcing everyone out of their rooms. Wouldn't even let us get dressed! Some girls tried to argue but they just grabbed them by the scruff and threw them into the hallway. Seems like they're searching for something.</div></div>
Just then they brought out an indignant Roxy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Are you fucking insane?! Do you know who I am?! I'll ruin you idiots! You'll be working as mall cops for the rest of your lives!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Yeah, yeah, yeah. Heard it all before. If I got a dollar every time I heard that song and dance, I'd be retired on a beach somewhere by now.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_3.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_3" width="50%">
A tall blonde woman in a police uniform followed Roxy out of the room. Unlike the goons in balaclavas, she wasn't yelling or rushing around. On the contrary, she was relaxed, smiling, and carried herself with an air of authority.
Roxy kept protesting but didn't try to break free, obediently taking her place against the wall with the other girls.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">So, young ladies, would anyone like to tell me anything? Some of you definitely know why we're here. Want to make our job easier?</div></div>
The girls exchanged confused looks. Alice was starting to guess what the commotion was about, but of course kept quiet, maintaining a puzzled expression.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Well, since no one wants to confess, we'll have to do this the hard way.
Load these brats up, we'll talk to them at the precinct. And search everything thoroughly here. I'm sure we'll find quite a haul.</div></div>
Herded by the uniformed men, the girls headed toward the dorm exit.
<span class='thought'>Why the hell did they grab us too? They obviously came for Roxy!</span>
Alice had enough sense not to voice her thoughts out loud, but the situation was starting to worry her.
[[Continue|c6_b1_morning_1]]<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_4.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_4" width="80%">
The girls were led out of the building and forced onto a large bus. It was already dawn outside, but Alice still shivered from the morning chill.
<span class='thought'>They could've at least let us get dressed properly!</span>
Once inside, she realized this was just the beginning. It was much colder inside the bus, and the seats weren't covered in fabric or leather. They were basically metal benches meant for two people.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_5.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_5" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow!</div></div>
Alice sat down on this sorry excuse for a seat and gasped at the unpleasant sensation. The thin fabric of her nightgown did nothing to protect her from either the biting cold or the hard metal bars digging into her skin.
<span class='thought'>Some ride this is gonna be! Hope it's not too far at least.</span>
Sophie carefully sat down next to her, also wincing at the discomfort. Once all the girls were seated, the police closed the door and, judging by the clang, locked it. A few minutes later, the bus started moving.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Alice...</div></div>
Sophie was whispering barely audibly, leaning forward and hiding her face from the guard watching the "passengers".
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes?</div></div>
The girl tried to answer as discreetly as possible.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What do you make of all this?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">They came following a tip about Roxy. But I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I thought they'd just arrest her and that's it! But this...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yeah, that's what I think too. What a mess Mia's gotten us into!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah... couldn't she have worked something out more carefully? She's probably not having a great time either right now.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">She's not here.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What?</div></div>
Alice lifted her head and tried to look around at the seated girls.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Don't turn your head! You'll draw attention to us. Trust me - Mia's not here. She wasn't even in the hallway when they dragged us all out. Actually, none of our "golden children" were there except Roxy.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You think she warned them and they left early?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Definitely. I noticed the dining hall was pretty empty at dinner but didn't put it together then. Thought the girls were just held up somewhere. Turns out they split with Mia.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why didn't she warn us?</div></div>
Sophie stayed quiet, but Alice already knew the answer was obvious. Mia didn't feel the need to spare those who helped her set up Roxy from trouble.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That bitch! I won't forgive her for this!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And what are you going to do?</div></div>
Alice stayed silent. If their scheme worked and Roxy got kicked out of school, Mia would be the only person left who could solve almost any problem. Not for free, but she could. And fighting with her would be very unwise. Sophie responded to Alice's silence.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Exactly. You won't do anything to her. So there's no need to help you out of trouble.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You think we'll have problems?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Doubt it. They're just putting on a show of being tough. So we don't feel safe and tell them everything we know during questioning.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Like anyone would stick up for Roxy!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">The police don't know about our relationships. So they're showing us we need to worry about our own skin now, not think about saving a friend. By the way, warning you in advance - I'm telling them everything. About the party, about Roxy, whatever they ask. I don't need problems.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Of course! I wasn't planning to hide anything either.</div></div>
[[Continue|c6_b1_morning_2]]When the bus reached the police department, the girls were taken inside and split up into different rooms. Alice ended up in a small basement room with concrete walls. The only furniture was a couple of tables bolted to the floor and a hard chair. After seating Alice, her escort left and locked the door.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_6.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_6" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Well, looks like I'll have to sit and wait my turn. Hope this doesn't take too long.</span>
However, her hopes were dashed. Minutes dragged by and she grew increasingly uncomfortable. The chair seemed to get harder, the floor colder, and her unoccupied mind filled with troubling thoughts.
<span class='thought'>Why isn't anyone coming? Why is it taking so long? What if they found something bad on me? Or what if someone accused me of something?
Roxy! That's it! That bitch could've said she got the drugs from me. But why would they believe her?
Then why are they keeping me here? Maybe I broke some rule without knowing it?
Should I knock on the door? What if they forgot about me?
That's it! They've already talked to everyone else and let them go. And I'm sitting here quietly, so they just forgot about me! I need to call someone.</span>
Alice went over and carefully knocked on the door. To her surprise, instead of a loud bang she heard only faint muffled taps. Apparently there was a thick layer of sound-absorbing material under the metal. She knocked harder but the taps only got slightly louder. It was doubtful anyone could hear anything from the other side.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_7.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_7" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! Is anyone there? Let me out! You forgot about me!</div></div>
Silence. Suddenly Alice realized that this whole time she hadn't heard any sounds except her own breathing. No voices, no footsteps. None of the usual sounds that fill buildings where many people are actively working reached her ears.
She clapped her hands a few times. In the nearly empty though small room, the claps echoed slightly. But it quickly died away and Alice was plunged back into silence.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">This is... unsettling.</div></div>
The sound of her own voice was slightly calming, so Alice started thinking out loud while pacing corner to corner.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What am I getting worked up about anyway? Sure, they locked me in here, but not forever! They'll talk to the other girls and then get to me. Obviously it won't take just five minutes. But why would they rush to me? I can't tell them anything important. They're probably interrogating Roxy right now. Then they'll move on to her friends.
Though Sophie said most of the rich girls escaped yesterday... Wonder if Denise is here too? She's not from money, though she's not poor either. And Mia doesn't like her much, probably wouldn't have warned her.</div></div>
It was exactly five steps from one corner to the other. And as she talked to herself, the girl walked them over and over. Five steps. Turn. Another five steps. Turn. Five more steps. And turn again. Realizing the monotonous repetitive movements were making her gloomy, Alice started just walking in circles along the walls.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So they need to interrogate Roxy. Then Denise. And they probably sent for some teachers or university administration. They'll need to talk to them too. And only after that will they get to those who don't know anything. That'll definitely take a couple hours. But how long has it been already?</div></div>
Alice pondered. There were no clocks anywhere, and she was afraid to trust her own sense of time. Maybe several hours had passed, or maybe it just seemed that way and she'd only entered this room fifteen minutes ago?
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it's definitely been a couple hours! My sense of time isn't that bad that I'd doubt it.
Then why isn't anyone coming? Did they really forget about me?</div></div>
A creeping fear started to envelop Alice.
<span class='thought'>What if no one comes? What if they rarely open this room? How long can I last here without food and water?</span>
Her imagination immediately conjured an image of someone coming down to the basement months later and deciding to check why this room everyone thought was empty was locked. They unlock the door and find the corpse of a girl who died of thirst...
<span class='thought'>What if I suffocate? Is there even ventilation in here?</span>
Alice frantically started examining the walls and ceiling. She couldn't find anything resembling a ventilation grate. There seemed to be a small gap between the walls and ceiling with fresh air coming through, but the panicking girl didn't notice this. The room felt very stuffy to her and she felt like she was suffocating. Rushing to the door she started pounding on it with her hands and feet.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let me out of here! Hey! Anyone!</div></div>
But as before, no one answered her.
[[Continue|c6_b1_morning_3]]Several hours later, the same police officer who had led the search and arrests entered the room. She looked around, frowning disapprovingly when she noticed Alice sitting on the floor in the corner hugging her knees. The chair was lying by the entrance - the panicking girl had been beating it against the door.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_8.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_8" width="80%">
Alice looked up. It took her a few seconds to realize the door was open. She nearly jumped up and ran for the exit. However, the strong man following the officer caught her and pushed her back into the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Where do you think you're going? No one said you could leave!</div></div>
The officer picked up the fallen chair and sat down, looking at Alice. The man entered the room and locked the door behind him. Alice was trapped again. But now with other people in the room, the panic started to subside and she gradually came back to her senses.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Well, you can start talking.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Talk about what?</div></div>
Alice still didn't understand what they wanted.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Tell me everything you know. You understand why you're here, right?</div></div>
The girl took several slow breaths to calm down.
<span class='thought'>It's okay. They didn't forget about me. I just need to answer some questions and they'll let me go.
So, what should I tell her?</span>
She remembered agreeing with Sophie not to hide anything. But she'd expected to be asked questions that she would answer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">So you don't want to talk?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I do! I just don't know where to start.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">You can start even from your own birth if you want. If I'm not interested, I'll tell you to skip ahead.</div></div>
After thinking, Alice decided to start her story from her first day at university. It was difficult at first, the memories wouldn't form into a coherent story. But then something clicked in her head and she started telling about all her adventures, the troubles with Roxy and the other girls. The only thing she decided to omit was Mia's little business. Alice logically figured that no matter how things turned out, getting on Mia's bad side wouldn't be smart. But she recounted everything else in minute detail. And she repeated the conversation she overheard at the party almost word for word.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Is that all?</div></div>
The woman hadn't interrupted her, occasionally frowning and making notes in her notebook.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I think so... But if you're interested in something specific - just ask, maybe I'll remember more.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Yes, interesting...
But first tell me, do you have any close relatives among the students?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">And that curvy Latina girl... What's her name...</div></div>
The woman started flipping through her notebook.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Denise?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Yes, that's it! Denise. She's not your sister?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No. Why would you think that?</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_11.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_11" width="100%">
The officer slammed her fists on the table in rage and shouted.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Because she fed me the same sick erotic fantasies!
Are you trying to play dumb?! Don't understand what I'm asking you?!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I told you everything! About that conversation I overheard at the party. I don't know anything else!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Is that so?! You overheard a conversation about Roxy getting a large shipment of drugs, and you don't know anything else about it?</div></div>
Alice nodded frantically.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How would I know anything else? I only found out about that practically by accident!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">What a nice story... Well, let me show you something.</div></div>
She took out a small photo from her notebook.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">This is what we found in Roxy's room. Yes, you're right, she did have drugs.</div></div>
The photo showed several white pills lying on a table.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_9.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_9" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">And here's another nice photo for you.</div></div>
The officer held out another photograph showing a large bag stuffed with the same pills. There were at least a couple hundred of them.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_10.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_10" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">And these pills we found in YOUR room!</div></div>
Alice went cold.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But that's impossible! I've never even seen them! Roxy must have planted them on me!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course. Always the same story "I don't know, I didn't see, someone planted them". A bag of pills worth tens of thousands. Just casually planted.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>What nonsense... How could this happen? Did Roxy somehow manage to hide her stuff in my room? And where?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Trust me, no one would think to plant that much drugs. It's too expensive. And why? Who would need to set you up? Even if you had a serious fight with someone - you're not some millionaire's daughter. There are hundreds of much simpler ways to deal with you.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Exactly - why? Roxy didn't even suspect I knew about her dealings. Or did she?</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Let me tell you how it really was.
Poor girl from the country somehow got into a decent university. Lived in the dorm, studied somehow. But it was very sad - never enough money for anything. While around her - rich friends. With expensive clothes, cool parties and handsome guys. Just as rich as they were. No one paid attention to the country bumpkin.
But she wanted attention. Wanted to party at expensive restaurants too, wear fashionable clothes and hang out with influential people.
And you found a way to make money. Got in touch with a supplier of some new drug, started selling pills to other students. Then got greedy, took a bigger shipment and got caught.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No-no-no! It wasn't like that! I never even touched that stuff!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Listen, girl. That's exactly how it was. And we found that bag of drugs in room number 4. The very same room where you lived. Alone. So you can't pin this on anyone else.</div></div>
Alice felt relieved.
<span class='thought'>So that's what this is about! That bitch Roxy was hiding the pills in room 4. That's probably why she wouldn't let me live there - so I wouldn't accidentally find them. Clever bitch. Decided not to keep them in her own room to avoid extra risk.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Had a revelation? Ready to confess everything?</div></div>
The officer noticed the change in Alice's face but misinterpreted it. The girl answered more calmly now.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, this is just a misunderstanding. I didn't live in that room. Roxy wouldn't let me. I had to live in a tiny room like a closet. You can ask any of the girls! They all know where I lived.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I couldn't care less what your friends think. Considering many of them bought these drugs from you, they'll say anything to protect both you and themselves. Fortunately, I have documents from the university. And they show who lives in which room. You can't wiggle out of this.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's not fair! Everyone knows I didn't live in room 4! And you believe some papers instead of people!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Papers, unlike people, don't have a habit of lying and changing their testimony. I'm sure once your friends realize they're not in any danger themselves unless they cover for you, they'll quickly forget these fairy tales about a closet and confirm you lived in room 4. Trust me, it always happens that way.
So stop being stubborn and honestly answer my questions. You'll get a lighter sentence for cooperating with the investigation.
Who did you buy the pills from? Who makes them? Who else sells this garbage to students?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I... I don't know! I have nothing to do with this! Those aren't my pills! I'm seeing them for the first time!</div></div>
Alice was ready to cry from the woman's stubbornness. It seemed like some kind of performance to her. She couldn't seriously be accusing Alice of this crime, could she?
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Girl, don't test my patience. You're in big trouble. So don't make your situation worse and start talking.
Where did you get the pills? Who else sells them?</div></div>
Alice shook her head and wailed in despair.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No! No! No! I don't know anything!</div></div>
[[Continue|c6_b1_morning_4]]The interrogation went in circles after that. The officer asked the same questions, Alice answered that she didn't know anything and it was a mistake. But this only convinced the police officer more that the girl just didn't want to talk. The officer tried to persuade her, then tried to scare her. Then tried to gain her trust again, convincing Alice she wanted to help. And then scared her with punishment again and insisted that the girl's guilt was certain and it would be better for her to confess everything.
Finally the officer threw up her hands in irritation.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_12.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_12" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">That's it, my patience is gone. The interrogation is over for today. I can't take your stubbornness anymore.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Will you let me go?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Are you kidding? Or just playing dumb? You're going to a cell!
But first...</div></div>
She looked at Alice with an evil smirk.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">First we'll make sure you're not hiding weapons or more drugs. Strip!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Why?</div></div>
Alice fearfully grabbed her nightgown, afraid they would tear it off.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">So I can make sure you don't have weapons, drugs or other prohibited items.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But you can see already!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I can't see anything! Maybe you have a knife under your nightgown? I turn around and you stick it in my side. Strip!
Or do you need help?</div></div>
She nodded toward the strong man who had been standing impassively by the door this whole time.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No. Just make him leave!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Are you completely stupid? He's the guard! He's standing here exactly to use force if you start acting aggressively. And I think this is just such a case!</div></div>
Realizing resistance was futile, Alice stepped back and hurriedly started pulling off her nightgown, not waiting for the guard to tear it off by force. Dropping the clothes on the floor she stood naked before the officer and guard.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_13.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_13" width="50%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well? Satisfied?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">We haven't even started.</div></div>
The officer nodded to the guard and he grabbed Alice. With a jerk he pulled her to the table, made her bend over and pinned her with his elbow to the tabletop.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! What are you doing?! I wasn't resisting!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I'm not doing anything special. Just conducting a personal search. Now we'll make sure you're not hiding anything. You know, some people manage to stuff drug packages in the most unexpected places.</div></div>
Ignoring the girl's protests and continuing to pin her to the table, the guard firmly grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her pussy and anus.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_14.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_14" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Well, now let's see what our drug dealer is hiding.</div></div>
[[Continue|c6_b1_morning_5]]Alice heard the sound of medical gloves being put on and a second later felt cold rubber-covered fingers touch her pussy. The officer unceremoniously shoved two fingers into the girl's vagina and started rooting around.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_15.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_15" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ow!
What are you doing?</div></div>
The woman didn't answer. She pressed her hand into the girl's crotch, trying to penetrate as deep as possible, while her fingers roughly probed Alice's vagina. She probably didn't really think she'd find anything there. More likely she was trying to make the procedure as unpleasant and humiliating as possible for Alice.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_16.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_16" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Stop! It hurts!</div></div>
Ignoring Alice's protests, the officer continued the examination. She tortured the girl's pussy for several minutes. Finally, she pulled her fingers out of Alice. But before she could feel relieved at the end of the procedure, the officer started pushing a finger into the girl's anus.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_17.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_17" width="80%">
Realizing protest was useless, Alice gritted her teeth and endured the humiliating procedure. The officer acted just as roughly. Pushing her finger in as deep as possible, she started feeling around inside. Apparently unsatisfied with the result, the torturer decided to add another finger.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_18.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_18" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! Don't!</div></div>
Alice tried to break free but the guard only pressed her harder against the table. The officer increased pressure and plunged her fingers into the girl's hole, painfully stretching it.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_19.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_19" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Aaah! Stop! Please, enough!</div></div>
Alice stopped struggling, gripping the tabletop with white knuckles and trying not to cry from the burning pain. The officer cruelly stretched her anus with her fingers causing the girl incredible torment. This had nothing to do with searching. She wanted to cause Alice pain, and she was doing it. Only after hearing the poor victim's sobs did she leave her ass alone.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">Now we can send you to your cell. We'll continue the interrogation tomorrow. I'm sure you'll be much more cooperative!</div></div>
Grabbing the weakened girl, the guard dragged her somewhere. Alice's consciousness was clouded by humiliation and pain and she barely understood what was happening. Finally they threw her into a small windowless cell and closed the metal door behind her. Barely making it to the cot, Alice lay down and simply passed out, falling into something between sleep and unconsciousness.
<img src="images/c6_b1_morning_20.png" alt="c6_b1_morning_20" width="100%">
[[Pass out|c6_b1_jail_1]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">So what's your plan now?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We need to get a sample of those pills and take them to Laura.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And how exactly do you plan to do that? Roxy won't let you rummage through her stuff.</div></div>
[[ - I'll sneak into Roxy's room when she's away from the dorm. | c6_b2_laura_key]]
[[ - I'll ask Denise, she must know something. | c6_b2_laura_denise]]As soon as Alice got her hands on the pill sample, she rushed to the infirmary to see Laura.
<img src="images/c3_doctor_main.png" alt="c3_doctor_main" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Hey there. What's up? Scrape, bruise? Or do you need another post-sex cleanup?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, nothing like that. I need your help.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Got it. Explain what you've done to yourself. And please spare me the gory details. I'm already sick of your wild stories.</div></div>
Alice, who had run to the infirmary, finally caught her breath and gathered her thoughts.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I need you to figure out what this pill is.</div></div>
Alice held out her find in her palm. Laura looked at it with surprise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">When you walked in here, did you see a sign saying "Free Lab for Curious Students"? Or maybe a notice about today's event: "Let Me Analyze Whatever Your Dealer Gave You"? No? Then what the hell are you doing distracting me from work with your stupid questions? Like I've got nothing better to do than satisfy your curiosity. Where the hell did you even get this thing?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let me explain everything from the beginning. It'll be easier that way.</div></div>
[[ Tell about Roxy and the pills | c6_b2_laura_2 ]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">So Roxy decided to deal some shady shit, and you're trying to bust her. Bold move. At least you had the brains to come to me first instead of running straight to the cops.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I just wanted to make sure it's actually something illegal. Otherwise it would be pretty stupid.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">It's going to be stupid either way. The cops will turn this place upside down. There'll be investigations, searches, interrogations. Other unrelated violations will surface. Even if everything checks out and Roxy gets kicked out, they won't forgive you for making such a scene and will probably expel you from the university.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So what should I do then? Will you help me?</div></div>
Laura paced thoughtfully around the room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Yeah, I guess I will. Roxy's drug business is a really bad idea. Honestly, I don't give a damn what she's pushing to students. Kids love to experiment. But she's bound to screw up, everything will come out, and there'll be a huge scandal. And that's bad for both the university's reputation and for me personally.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Because you don't want anyone digging too deep into your cabinets. Something tells me there's plenty of interesting stuff to find there too.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Anyway, I'll try to figure out what this pill is. If it's something serious - I'll tell the dean, let him handle it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But her father is one of the university's sponsors! What if they let her off and she stays? And keeps terrorizing us!</div></div>
Laura shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Then she stays. I'm not going to make a scene and air dirty laundry just to get rid of a student you don't like. You seem to forget that you're here on borrowed time yourself. And that you're able to study here precisely because people like Roxy's father are paying your way. Or did you suddenly come into some money to pay for your education?</div></div>
Alice just sighed. Their plan was falling apart and their chances of getting rid of Roxy were melting away like spring snow.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Should I come back in a couple of days? How long will the analysis take?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">Why would you need to come back? You found this pill, brought it to me. Good job. You did everything right. Now I'll handle it myself. It's no longer your concern.</div></div>
As Alice left Laura's office, her mood was absolutely terrible.
<span class='thought'>This all turned out so stupid. I probably shouldn't have gone to Laura. I need to discuss this with the girls.</span>
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_3 ]]That evening they gathered again in Mia's room and Alice told them about her visit to Laura.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">It was a dumb idea. Why didn't we think that neither she nor any other faculty or university administration would want a scandal? It's so obvious!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Alright, hindsight is 20/20. What do we do now? Maybe we should still go to the police?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No. We're definitely not doing that now. Laura would immediately figure out who called the cops and tell the dean. And I don't want to ruin my relationship with him.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I wouldn't say anything about you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Right. And no one would figure anything out. Everyone's blind and stupid, and you're the only smart one. You know how this will end? You and Sophie will get kicked out of uni right after Roxy. And my family will have to shell out a pretty penny to "improve relations" with the university administration. I don't need these problems. I prefer making money, not spending it. Especially on such nonsense.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So we just wait and hope it all resolves itself without us?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Exactly. I suggested going to the police right away. You refused.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_4 ]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You fucking bitch! Couldn't keep your goddamn mouth shut, could you?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">What are you talking about?</div></div>
Furious Roxy was screaming at Denise, ignoring the other girls. The scene unfolded in the cafeteria during breakfast. To everyone's surprise, Roxy was extremely late. When most girls had already left, she stormed in like a raging bull and went straight for a confused Denise.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">I warned you, you dumb cunt, not to breathe a word about those pills to anyone!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">I didn't tell anyone!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Then how the fuck did the dean find out about this shit?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">How should I know! Maybe one of the girls talked. Why are you blaming me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Are you really that stupid? No one else knew about the pills. And certainly no one knew all the details about what they were and how they worked. You're the one who blabbed, you dumb bitch!</div></div>
Denise tried to defend herself, but couldn't get a word in edgewise through Roxy's tirade. Finally, Roxy ran out of steam.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Fuck all of you! Bunch of pathetic dumb sluts! I'm sick of looking at your faces. I'm done with this shit. You, you horny bitch, I'm done with you. And all you other stupid chickens - I'm done with you too.</div></div>
Roxy stormed out of the cafeteria, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Holy shit... That was some show. You think they kicked her out of school?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Doubt it. More likely they "strongly suggested" she move out of the dorms and stop causing trouble with this pill business.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So Laura must have figured out it was something serious and told the university.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Looks that way.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So that's it? Roxy's really leaving and we can finally have some peace?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Seems like it. I don't know what's coming next, but it can't be worse than dealing with Roxy.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_epilogue ]]<h1>Epilogue</h1>
<h2>That Same Evening</h2>
<img src="images/room4_interior.png" alt="room4_interior" width="80%">
Alice stood at the doorway of room number 4 with her few belongings.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, here we are. Finally made it to my room. And holy hell, what I had to go through to get here. But we did it! Roxy's out of the dorms and we can finally live in peace.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_epilogue_1 ]]<h2>One Week Later</h2>
<img src="images/c3_mia_face.png" alt="c3_mia_face" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mia, are you out of your mind? It's always been a grand per exam!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Now it's two grand. And don't look at me like that. The professors raised their rates.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But why?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Honestly, it's none of your business. But since we're kinda friends, I'll tell you. Turns out Roxy's family wasn't just sponsoring the university. They were also greasing the professors' palms to look the other way on their daughter's antics. Now that cash cow's gone. So everyone's scrambling to make up the difference.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So what, now we gotta shell out two thousands just to pass each exam?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Kind of that. If you're thinking you can just study hard and pass honestly, think again. They'll fail you on purpose. There's a plan to squeeze all the "free" students dry. Either you pay tuition, or you bribe the professors. Or you drop out. The free ride's over.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">But I can't afford that kind of money!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Try getting a side hustle.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mia, are you kidding me? I need to pass at least two exams a month. That's four grand. What kind of job can I get that pays that much? Even if I luck out and get a waitressing or cleaning gig, I'd be lucky to pull in a thousand a month.</div></div>
Mia looked at Alice with pity.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Listen, I like you. But don't expect me to foot your bill, okay?
I'll cut you a break. Just because we're cool and you helped get rid of Roxy, I'll knock it down to eighteen hundred. And don't you dare tell anyone!</div></div>
Alice stared in shock. Getting a discount from Mia was like winning the lottery.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Thanks... But it's still too much. I might have to drop out at this rate.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You could find work that pays better than waitressing or cleaning.</div></div>
Alice looked at her nervously.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What are you suggesting?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Well, girls always have options. I thought after dealing with Roxy, this wouldn't freak you out so much.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No way! I'm not doing that! I'd rather go back to the farm.</div></div>
Mia paused, clearly thinking something over.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Alright, there's another way. I'm sick of these girls coming to me, whining and begging for discounts. Then they have the nerve to act all offended!
Can you believe it? I help them out, and they get mad at me! Ungrateful lazy bitches.
So here's the deal - you take over. You deal with them directly. Listen to their sob stories and explain there are no discounts. You just give me the cash, names, and which exams need "passing."</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What's in it for me?</div></div>
Alice latched onto this like a lifeline.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">My cut stays at two grand. Whatever you squeeze out of them above that is your commission. Deal?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hell yes!</div></div>
Alice was genuinely thrilled at this opportunity.
<span class='thought'>Even if I just take a hundred, maybe two per deal, that should cover my own exams!</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Should I bring you the cash every night? I'm nervous about keeping that much money in my room.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Guess you'll need to get a safe. Or you can use mine. Actually, just move into my room.</div></div>
Alice looked at her suspiciously.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What are you implying? I thought you weren't into that.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Chill out! I'm not planning to stick around this dump. It's boring as hell. I'm only here for this little side hustle. Easy pocket money.
But since you're taking over, no point in me staying. I'll move back to my place in the suburbs. You just bring me the cash and student lists once a week.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_epilogue_2 ]]<h2>One Month Later</h2>
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Alice, pleeease! I really need this! If I don't pass this exam, I'll get kicked out of university and everything will be for nothing!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">$2500. Sorry, but I can't go any lower. I really want to help you, but the professors jacked up their prices again. You understand, this isn't my decision. I'm just the middleman.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">This is such bullshit...</div></div>
The girl rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">$2400. That's all I've got. Alice, I'm begging you, meet me halfway! Tomorrow's the last day to take this exam. If I don't pay, they'll definitely fail me! Just like Stephanie last week.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sorry, but I can't knock off even a hundred.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">You don't have to! Just lend me that hundred until the end of the week. I'll come by Sunday night and pay you back. I promise! You know me!</div></div>
Alice thought about it, then agreed.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Alright. Just for you, I'll add a hundred from my own pocket. I've got a little saved up. But you'll pay back two hundred on Sunday!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Why two hundred?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't want this to become a bad habit. I can make an exception and help you out this once. But if everyone starts asking for loans... No, that won't work. So you'll have to pay back two hundred.</div></div>
The girl sighed heavily.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Fine, two hundred it is. I don't have a choice anyway.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Exactly. Maybe I should have asked for more?</span>
Alice wasn't about to change the deal though. The upset girl left the room.
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Sophie peeked out from the bathroom. She'd hidden there as soon as she heard the knock and stayed quiet as a mouse. Technically, she and Alice were still friends, but Sophie tried not to advertise it. And she definitely didn't want to show she knew about Alice's business.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Did Mia raise the prices?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No. I just decided I deserve a bigger cut. I can't stand all these endless pleas and whining anymore.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">That's harsh... You know how the girls are earning this money, right?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I can guess. They'll pay the new price like good little girls. They'll just have to suck a few extra dicks. Or expand their service menu. I've heard anal pays way more. It won't kill them.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">They hate you.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So what? You think if I lower the prices they'll start loving me? Fat chance! They'd hate me even if I didn't take a single cent for myself. They used to pay Mia just a grand, but still talked shit behind her back and called her a greedy bitch. So they might as well compensate me for my emotional distress.</div></div>
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_epilogue_3 ]]<h2>Six Months Later</h2>
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<span class='thought'>What was that? Probably just my imagination...</span>
It was the dead of night and Alice was already asleep. Through her slumber, she heard a strange clicking sound, but it wasn't loud enough to fully wake her. However, when someone grabbed her a second later and threw a bag over her head, she was instantly wide awake.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey! What the hell is this? Who's pulling this stupid prank?</div></div>
No one answered. Someone was holding her arms and legs tightly, preventing her from removing the bag.
<span class='thought'>At least five people...</span>
Fear washed over Alice - a feeling she'd almost forgotten since Roxy left. They flipped her onto her stomach, and she felt someone pulling up her nightgown, exposing her backside.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What are you doing?! Let me go right now!</div></div>
Of course, they didn't let her go. Instead, the beating began. The first strike burned across her buttocks.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Fuck! Bitches!</div></div>
From the sensation, they were using a belt or something similar. Awkward but powerful blows rained down one after another.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You fucking whores! Think I won't figure out who you are? I'll make your lives a living hell!</div></div>
Alice cursed, but no one responded. Apparently, the girls were afraid she'd recognize their voices. This thought cut through the pain of the brutal beating.
<span class='thought'>You bitches. You're scared of me. Hate me, but scared of me.
Well, good. Because you're going to pay for this. You'll fucking pay.</span>
Then the pain overwhelmed her consciousness and thoughts left her mind. At some point, she simply passed out.
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_epilogue_4 ]]Alice woke up in the morning. Her ass was on fire. Even Roxy had never whipped her this hard. When she looked in the mirror, she saw her skin crisscrossed with angry red welts from the belt.
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<span class='thought'>Those fucking bitches! Goddamn, this hurts!</span>
She wanted to crawl back into bed and cry. But Alice pushed down her weakness. She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, washing away the tear stains.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You think you can break me? How fucking naive!</div></div>
Without bothering to get dressed, Alice marched straight to the dining hall where the other students were having breakfast.
Her naked appearance with the whip marks on her ass drew shocked stares.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Alice, what happened to you?</div></div>
Only Sophie spoke up. Completely unfazed by her nudity, Alice climbed onto one of the tables and clapped her hands to get attention. Not that she needed to - every girl in the room was already staring at her. Alice scanned the crowd. There weren't many students left in the dorms. Roxy had been the first to leave. Then Mia moved out. Gradually, all the "rich kids" had disappeared, realizing there was nothing interesting here without the ringleader, and it was much more fun to party in their own mansions. Many of the poorer students had also been forced to drop out when they realized they couldn't afford the exam fees. So now there were only about a dozen girls sitting before Alice. And Alice knew exactly who they were - the ones who would do anything for that diploma. She also knew that every single girl who had been in her room last night was here right now.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Good morning, whores.</div></div>
A wave of displeasure swept through the room, with some girls starting to protest. But Alice didn't give a shit - she didn't even acknowledge it.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I see some of you still haven't grasped the new reality. You think that just because I don't know exactly who pulled this stunt, you'll get away with it? Fuck that! I don't care which of you had the balls to attack me. I'm not going to play detective or Sherlock fucking Holmes. I hope you had fun last night. Because now you're all going to march your asses back to your brothels. Or wherever you spread your legs. And you're going to keep bouncing on dicks until you've earned ten grand. That's the price for your little midnight fun. And until I get that money, none of you are passing a single exam. Believe me, I couldn't give less of a fuck about any of you. Even if you all get expelled tomorrow and I'm left here alone - that's just fine by me.</div></div>
The girls started exchanging glances. Angry shouts erupted.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">Hey, I had nothing to do with this!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't care. You can ask the ones who did to cover your share. But I want every single one of you to understand - I'm the boss here! You're only here because I allow it. This is the first and last time I'll let you off with just a fine for pulling this shit. One more move against me, from anyone, and I'm doubling the prices. Got it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">And how are you going to pay for exams if we all leave? Gonna suck dick for 50 bucks yourself? Think your pretty little mouth can keep up with that?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, yours seems to be doing just fine. Hell, it's got enough energy to run that smart mouth of yours. Or are you a pussy worker? Right choice! You gotta use all your holes if you want to make money. A shy whore is a poor whore.
Now get your asses off those benches and get the fuck out of here! I want that money by tomorrow night at the latest!</div></div>
No one protested anymore. Whispering among themselves, the girls filed out of the dining hall. Only Sophie stayed behind and approached. Alice lowered her battered ass onto a bench. The cold metal soothed her raw skin and eased the pain.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Fucking bitches...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Does it hurt bad?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'll live.</div></div>
Sophie looked at her friend with sympathy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm sorry, I didn't know they were planning this. I would've warned you if I did.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I believe you. You know, you're the only person I still trust.</div></div>
Alice stood up and slowly walked toward the exit. The adrenaline that had fueled her performance was fading, and her ass was killing her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Go see Laura.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I will. Need to get patched up. Then you and I are moving into Roxy's room.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Why?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Because there's enough space for both of us there. I don't want those bitches coming after you. So from now on, you stick by my side.
And we're changing the locks. Who knows when those dumb chickens might get it in their heads to break in again. They're too stupid to think about consequences.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What if they really do all leave? Or can't pay and get expelled?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">If they try hard enough, they can pay. And if they decide to leave... Fuck 'em! I've got enough saved up to cover all my exams. And yours too.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Then what are we still doing here?</div></div>
Alice smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Business, my friend. We're doing business. If I've learned one thing in this snake pit, it's that you can't be shy about making money off other people. Otherwise, they'll make it off you. That's the only option this life gives us.</div></div>
[[End|c6_b2_laura_epilogue_5]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">Congratulations! You've completed the game.
And this is a pretty decent ending. Let's call it "Nothing Personal, Just Business".</div></div>
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Alice found Denise in the laundry room. The girl was sorting through her freshly washed clothes, wearing nothing but lace lingerie.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hey!</div></div>
Denise turned around, surprised to see Alice standing there.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Hey yourself...
What's up?</div></div>
Alice hesitated, feigning embarrassment. She'd been trying to figure out how to broach the subject with Denise. As far as she knew, no one in the dorm was aware of Roxy's stash of pills, let alone their effects. Her only hope was Denise's notorious lack of smarts. She decided to play it casual, pretending she'd stumbled upon the information by accident.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So... I heard Roxy has some special pills. You know, the kind that... enhance things. I kinda want to try them.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Then just ask Roxy! I'm sure she'd be happy to share.</div></div>
Denise smiled, clearly imagining what Roxy might do with Alice during a "trial run." Alice noticed the smirk.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">That's the thing... I'm scared.
You know how Roxy gets with me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Mmm... I can imagine. I'd love to watch that. Maybe even join in!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Come on, Denise, don't be a bitch! I really want to try them, but I don't want Roxy to dose me up and turn it into some all-night rape marathon.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Then why bother? That's the whole point - getting off on crazy sex! If you pop a pill and go to sleep, all you'll get are some wet dreams.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Have you tried them?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Oh hell yeah! They're fucking amazing!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Do they really make orgasms better?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Better? Honey, if you haven't tried these, you haven't really come. I don't even have sex without them anymore.</div></div>
Denise's eyes lit up, clearly excited to share her experiences.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">And the best part? The intensity stays after you come. Without the pills, I might get off a couple times before it starts feeling dull. But with these? I can go ten rounds easy!</div></div>
She paused, reconsidering.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Okay, maybe ten's pushing it. But five mind-blowing orgasms in one night? No problem!</div></div>
Alice put on her best impressed face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">See? That's exactly what I want!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Then stop jerking me around and just ask Roxy! Or we can ask her together. I bet we could have one hell of a threesome!</div></div>
Denise winked at the flustered girl.
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I don't know... Maybe you're right. But I'm scared! Roxy's always so aggressive. What if she hurts me again?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">You just haven't figured out your sexuality yet. Pain can be pleasure too.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Unlike you, who's figured it out to the point of being a total nympho...</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Denise, that's too much for a first time. I want to ease into these new sensations. Maybe later I'll want to try something... uh... rougher. But first I need to see how these pills affect me.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Alright, you convinced me. I'll swipe a couple pills from Roxy. She never counts them anyway.</div></div>
Denise winked, making it clear this wasn't her first time pilfering Roxy's stash.
<span class='thought'>Jesus, this idiot not only takes them willingly when Roxy offers, but sneaks extra doses too. No wonder she's turned into such a brainless bimbo.</span>
Then something else Denise said clicked.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">A couple pills?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Of course! One for you, one for me. It'll be a fun night!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Shit...</span>
Apparently it never occurred to Denise that Alice might want to "have fun" with someone else. Or alone.
<span class='thought'>How do I get out of this? Maybe say I want to be with a guy? No, that won't stop her. She'll just demand to join. Whatever, as long as she gets the pills, we'll figure out the rest later.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds great! But I have one more favor to ask. Please don't tell Roxy about this conversation or our plans.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Obviously! She actually told me not to discuss this with anyone. But since you already know, what's the difference? I won't tell her though. She'd definitely want in, and since that makes you uncomfortable... Fine, I'll do you this little favor.
But I expect some gratitude!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Of course.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Oh, I know exactly what kind of "gratitude" you'll want. But if this helps me get Roxy kicked out of college... Well, I guess I can put up with it.</span>
[[Continue | c6_b2_laura_denise_1]]Alice woke up with a start, jolted by an unexpected touch and let out a startled yelp.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ah! Who's there?</div></div>
Still half-asleep, her first thought was that Roxy had decided to initiate some late-night fun.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Shhh! Keep it down or we'll get caught and this whole thing's off.
I got everything. Let's go!</div></div>
It took Alice a moment to process what Denise was saying. Her sleep-addled brain slowly piecing together why the girl had barged into her room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You got the pills?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Yep. Let's move.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait, you want to take them right now?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Hell yeah! Why wait? Let's have some fun while everyone's asleep. But not here. I know a perfect spot.</div></div>
Denise practically shoved Alice into the hallway. The girls slipped out of their dorm wing, with Denise leading Alice toward the stairs. They climbed to the second floor, but Denise kept going up.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Where the hell are you taking me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">You'll see.</div></div>
They reached the attic rooms. Alice had never been up here before and had no idea what these spaces were used for.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Do students live up here too?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Nah! These rooms were supposed to be for student clubs. But then they reorganized everything and now they're just sitting empty.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And you want to... here?</div></div>
Denise grinned.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Damn right I do! This is the perfect spot.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What if someone catches us?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Who? There's nobody here during the day, let alone at night! Besides, check out the view!</div></div>
Denise pulled Alice over to the window, revealing a breathtaking panorama. Moonlight bathed the sleeping town nestled in the valley between hills. While the first floor view was obscured by dense foliage, up here in the attic the full beauty of the nightscape was visible - cozy houses with warm lights in their windows, winding streets stretching into the distance, and dark silhouettes of trees framing the living picture.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_3.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_3" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It's beautiful...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">I love coming up here. Especially at night. It's so cozy and... romantic.</div></div>
Denise smiled and put her arm around Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">But you know what makes the view even better? A couple of mind-blowing orgasms first! So, ready to get started?</div></div>
She held out her hand, revealing two white pills resting in her palm.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_4.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_4" width="100%">
<span class='thought'>Well, here goes nothing...</span>
Alice took one of the pills and pretended to swallow it, instead palming it and quickly slipping it into the decorative pocket of her nightgown.
<span class='thought'>Thank goodness some designer thought to add these tiny, useless pockets! And thank goodness I decided to sleep in a nightgown instead of just underwear. Hiding this pill would have been much trickier otherwise.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">How long until it takes effect?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Just a few minutes. But let's not just sit around waiting!</div></div>
Denise wrapped her arms around Alice's waist and pulled her close.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_5.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_5" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Maybe I should just run? Push her away, say I changed my mind, and hide in my room?
No, that wouldn't be right. She did help me, after all. Just not in the way she thinks. It would be cruel to leave her here alone.</span>
Alice easily convinced herself that it was honesty and gratitude keeping her there, not Denise's warm body pressing against her through the thin fabric of their nightgowns. So she returned the embrace and allowed Denise to undress her.
Denise pulled Alice even closer and began kissing her passionately.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_6.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_6" width="80%">
[[Continue | c6_b2_laura_denise_2]]Unlike Roxy, Denise knew how to be a tender lover. They settled on the floor beneath the window. Alice, accustomed to Roxy's hurried and rough lovemaking, reached for Denise's crotch, but Denise stopped her.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">No rush. We have all the time in the world.</div></div>
She pulled Alice's head to her chest, and Alice began playing with Denise's nipple using her tongue.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_7.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_7" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Mmm...</div></div>
Denise enjoyed the slow, deliberate caresses as she stroked her lover's naked body.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Wait, I want to make you feel good too, before the pills kick in. After that, it'll be too intense for tenderness.</div></div>
Laying Alice on her back, Denise positioned herself between her legs and gently ran her tongue along Alice's pussy.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_8.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_8" width="80%">
She moved slowly, taking her time, barely touching Alice's lips with her tongue. It was as if she was savoring a rare delicacy. Alice felt her arousal gradually building.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">I want to devour you! Like one big, delicious, sweet candy!</div></div>
Denise looked up at Alice from between her legs. Alice noticed Denise's brown eyes were shining suspiciously bright, with sparks of madness dancing in them.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_9.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_9" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>I think the pill is starting to work...</span>
In the next moment, Denise practically pounced on Alice. In the dim moonlight, Alice barely had time to notice Denise's wet pussy before Denise plopped her full weight onto Alice's face.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_10.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_10" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Mmmm...</div></div>
Alice moaned in surprise, struggling to breathe.
<span class='thought'>It started so tenderly. Those pills really made her lose it.</span>
Denise began grinding her pussy against Alice's face with moans and growls. Alice stuck out her tongue, letting Denise get her pleasure. Feeling something softer than Alice's nose against her pussy, Denise pressed her crotch against Alice's lips. Alice began actively licking the offered delights.
<span class='thought'>Why are you so frantic! You'll get your pleasure. Just lean forward a bit, I can't breathe under your ass.</span>
Alice wanted to say this out loud, but her mouth was sealed by Denise's pussy. She had to settle for thoughts and moans. But she managed to shift Denise slightly with her hands, creating some breathing room.
<span class='thought'>Phew... Much better!
Are you going to keep up this animalistic passion all night?</span>
But then Denise's tongue found Alice's pussy again, and all extraneous thoughts flew out of Alice's head.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_denise_11.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_denise_11" width="80%">
<span class='thought'>Ooohhh...</span>
Apparently, Denise's lessons with Roxy paid off - despite her own arousal, she was an excellent lover. Her tongue skillfully danced across Alice's wet pussy, playing with her lips and quickly but gently teasing her clit. Soon Denise's pussy grew even wetter, she began writhing, pressing her whole body against Alice and moaning with pleasure. Alice was immediately overcome by a powerful orgasm.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Aaaah!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Ooohh!</div></div>
[[Continue |c6_b2_laura_denise_3]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">That was amazing! We'll have to do that again sometime. I had no idea you were such a sweet girl. No wonder Roxy's always all over you.</div></div>
Alice mumbled something incoherent in response. They lay together under the window, holding each other and recovering from their wild night. Dawn was beginning to break outside.
<span class='thought'>We need to get back to our rooms before the others wake up. Too many questions otherwise.</span>
Alice felt utterly exhausted. Denise, fueled by the drugs, had kept her going all night. At first, Alice had even enjoyed it, but there are limits! The tireless Denise kept coming up with increasingly elaborate positions. Alice felt like she was covered in Denise's love juices, and the most frightening words were: "I want more!" and "Let's try it like this..."
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Next time, let's have some fun with boys too!</div></div>
Denise laughed merrily, but then stopped, apparently misinterpreting Alice's exhausted expression.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Don't be mad! You were great! I really enjoyed it!
It's just more fun with boys! I know a couple of guys who wouldn't mind joining us.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>A couple? You'd need a whole platoon of horny soldiers to satisfy your endless libido! And you'd probably wear them all out.</span>
Of course, Alice said none of this out loud.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Why so quiet? Didn't you enjoy it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I did, I'm just tired.</div></div>
Saying this, Alice thought she wasn't lying too much. If this marathon had ended a couple of hours earlier, she could have honestly admitted she'd enjoyed herself.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let's go downstairs before the others wake up.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">Oh, right! I almost forgot. This is our secret love, after all!</div></div>
Winking at Alice, Denise grabbed her nightgown and ran toward the stairs.
[[Continue |c6_b2_laura_1]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Roxy always locks her room when she leaves for long periods.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">We need to get that key and make a copy. I think we should go through her stuff while she's in the shower.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Shit, I don't even want to think about what would happen if she catches us going through her things.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then we better not get caught.</div></div>
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_1]]We decided to pull off the "operation" the next morning, without delay.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">One of us will need to keep an eye on Roxy and warn if she decides to return to the locker room too early. The other will search for the keys.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">And who's going to entertain our bully?</div></div>
Neither Alice nor Sophie wanted to hang around Roxy and be subjected to her taunts. But they didn't want to argue either.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let's leave it to chance! The winner searches for the key. The loser distracts Roxy.
Rock... paper... scissors... shoot!</div></div>
<<link [[Rock | c6_b2_laura_key_2]]>><<set $alice_rpc_choice to "rock">><</link>>
<<link [[Paper | c6_b2_laura_key_2]]>><<set $alice_rpc_choice to "paper">><</link>>
<<link [[Scissors | c6_b2_laura_key_2]]>><<set $alice_rpc_choice to "scissors">><</link>><<run $rpc_result = setup.rock_paper_scissors($alice_rpc_choice)>>
Alice formed $alice_rpc_choice with her hand and looked at her friend. Sophie showed $rpc_result.opponentChoice.
<<if $rpc_result.win>>
Sophie shrugged sadly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Alright, I'll go distract our pain in the ass. Hopefully she's not in a "playful" mood today. If she leaves the shower, I'll knock on the wall to warn you. So listen carefully and be ready to bail.</div></div>
Sophie undressed and headed to the showers, while Alice stayed in the locker room to search Roxy's belongings.
<img src="images/c6_b2_sophie_in_door.png" alt="c6_b2_sophie_in_door" width="80%">
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_sophie]]
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Alright, I'll take the heat. You just find those keys. And listen carefully - I'll knock on the wall if Roxy leaves the shower early.</div></div>
With a heavy sigh and a sense of impending trouble, Alice headed to the shower.
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_alice]]
<</if>>Alice frantically began searching for the key. Fortunately for the girls, Roxy didn't bother neatly arranging her things in the locker, instead just tossing them on the bench.
<span class='thought'>Where is it? Did that bitch not take it with her?</span>
Finally, Alice found the key clipped to a carabiner on Roxy's shorts.
<span class='thought'>If I just unclip it, Roxy will never believe she lost it by accident.</span>
Alice started yanking the carabiner latch back and forth, trying to loosen and break it. She didn't manage to break the latch, but her efforts made the carabiner no longer close tightly. In theory, the keys could accidentally slip through the remaining gap.
<span class='thought'>It still looks pretty suspicious. Oh well, it's the best I can do.</span>
Alice took the key, stuffed it in her pocket, and quickly left the locker room.
<span class='thought'>I need to hide it somewhere. If Roxy gets suspicious, she might even search us.</span>
Making sure the hallway was empty, Alice quickly placed the key on the door frame head casing to Roxy's room.
<span class='thought'>Perfect spot. I won't have to carry the key around the dorm, and if Roxy finds it, she probably won't figure out I specifically stole it and put it there.</span>
Having disposed of the dangerous item, the girl headed to the showers. Roxy was already gone, but Sophie was still standing under the warm streams.
<img src="images/c6_b2_sophie_shower.png" alt="c6_b2_sophie_shower" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Found it. And hid it. Just in case Roxy decides to search us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Good job!</div></div>
A minute later, Roxy peeked into the showers. She had a confused and irritated expression on her face. Ignoring the girls, she walked along the stalls, looking at the floor.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">This is bullshit...</div></div>
Finding nothing, Roxy left.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Seems like she doesn't suspect us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I hope so. How about you? Anything happen while I was gone?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">No, everything's fine. Either Roxy's not in the mood to mess with someone today, or she's just not that interested in me anymore. I hope it's the latter.</div></div>
After finishing their showers, the girls headed to the locker room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Looks like there was a search after all...</div></div>
The items some girls had left on the bench were scattered on the floor. Roxy was clearly looking for where her room key might have disappeared to.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Better stay out of her sight. I don't want to test my acting skills if she asks if I know anything about the missing key.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Agreed. Let's hang out in your room for now. We can watch the dorm exit from your window. Hopefully Roxy won't stick around all day and will head out to have some fun soon.</div></div>
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_3]]Alice entered the showers and, noticing Roxy, positioned herself nearby.
<span class='thought'>Hopefully she won't notice me.</span>
After a couple minutes of standing quietly under the water, she was called over.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hey! What are you doing over there? Get over here!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>Here we go...</span>
Alice obediently approached Roxy.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, scrub my back.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_1.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_1" width="100%">
Hoping it would just be some light "washing" touches, Alice began soaping up Roxy's muscular back.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">That's it. Don't slack off. Why are you just rubbing my shoulder blades? Go lower.</div></div>
Alice thought the back ended much higher than where Roxy was demanding to be washed, but didn't argue, obediently sliding her soapy hand down to Roxy's lower back.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_1_1.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_1_1" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Lower! Why are you acting so shy like a virgin?</div></div>
Alice began stroking Roxy's ass. She was clearly enjoying the moment. She arched her back and stuck out her butt, presenting it to Alice's hand.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_1_2.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_1_2" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Come on, work it! I want you to wash me thoroughly!</div></div>
It's unlikely washing implied such prolonged stroking, but soon Alice realized what Roxy had in mind. As her hand slid over the smooth skin, feeling the strong muscles beneath, she caught herself wanting to press her stomach against that firm ass.
<span class='thought'>Bitch... She's just trying to turn me on. Thinks if I keep stroking her, I'll get aroused myself.</span>
Finally Roxy decided Alice had spent enough time caressing her ass and turned to face the girl, displaying her firm breasts.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_2.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_2" width="100%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Well? Are you going to keep playing dumb? Continue.</div></div>
Mentally cursing, Alice began kneading Roxy's breasts with soapy hands.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Finally you're starting to understand what's expected of you.</div></div>
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_3.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_3" width="100%">
Roxy practically pressed against Alice, their breasts occasionally touching, making the girl shudder. The situation was unsettling in its unusualness. Alice had grown accustomed to Roxy's crude and vulgar antics and expected something similar. What was happening now troubled her with its eroticism and made her question her own feelings.
<span class='thought'>Does this scare me? Or do I like it? Or am I afraid that I might like it?
No, that's nonsense. This is just another one of Roxy's provocations.</span>
But no matter how much she argued with herself, she couldn't convince herself that she didn't enjoy feeling the smoothness of Roxy's skin and the firmness of her breasts with her fingers. She stroked and kneaded them, realizing she was being too intense for simple obedience.
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_alice_2]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Time for the main course!</div></div>
Roxy leaned back against the wall, thrusting her crotch forward. Alice timidly began stroking the inner side of her thigh, slowly moving her hand upward toward Roxy's pussy.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_4.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_4" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Be bolder! I want you to wash me thoroughly!</div></div>
Roxy slightly squatted, spreading her legs and presenting her most intimate parts to Alice's hand. The girl gathered a large handful of foam and began spreading it over Roxy's pussy and ass.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_5.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_5" width="80%">
Feeling the soft skin under her fingers was pleasant, and this troubled Alice. But she continued to caress Roxy with soapy fingers, stroking her labia and anal ring.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_6.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_6" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad. But I think we can try something different.</div></div>
Roxy stood up and, turning her back to Alice, bent forward, putting her holes on display.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Keep going, don't get distracted.</div></div>
Alice began caressing her pussy again. She gently played with the labia and slowly stroked the incredibly soft skin with her fingertips, feeling Roxy's clitoris slowly swell.
<span class='thought'>I probably shouldn't get her too aroused. Otherwise she'll take things too far again.
But I can't refuse! Roxy would definitely lose her shit then.</span>
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_7.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_7" width="80%">
Alice consoled herself with the thought that she was only doing this to avoid angering Roxy. But in her mind was the thought that she wouldn't mind being pressed face-first against that soft pussy right now.
And... The girl would never admit it to herself, but the sight of Roxy bent over in front of her stirred up some strange feelings. Not just arousal, but a desire to do something unpleasant and humiliating to Roxy.
<span class='thought'>Do I want revenge? Or am I getting turned on by the idea of dominating other girls?
What if...</span>
A mischievous thought came to Alice's mind.
[[ Calm down and don't do anything stupid | c6_b2_laura_key_alice_skip]]
[[ Stick a finger in Roxy's ass | c6_b2_laura_key_alice_insert]]
<div class="dialogue"><div class="hint">Roxy's reaction will depend on her relationship with Alice.</div></div>Alice gathered her thoughts and suppressed the urge to make a little provocation.
<span class='thought'>The last thing I need is to piss her off! What kind of stupid thoughts were those?</span>
The arousal subsided and now the girl was surprised by her recent thoughts.
<span class='thought'>Some temporary confusion. This isn't just any girl. This is Roxy! A vicious bitch with a sick imagination. And if she's dragging me into something, I definitely won't like how it ends.</span>
Alice began acting as awkwardly as possible, trying not to touch Roxy's sensitive spots with her fingers.
<span class='thought'>You wanted me to wash your ass and pussy? Okay, I did it. Enjoy. I hope this satisfies you.</span>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">What the hell are you doing?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">You told me to wash you, so I'm washing you. Wait, I need to rinse off the soap.</div></div>
Alice poured water over Roxy's back and ass, making sure the stream didn't stimulate her erogenous zones. The cool water clearly killed the bully's arousal.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You're such an idiot. I should teach you a lesson, but I don't have time. Get lost!</div></div>
Roxy looked disappointed but didn't seem angry. After shooing Alice away, she hurriedly rinsed off the remaining soap.
<span class='thought'>At least I kept her busy for a while. I'm sure Sophie already managed to steal the key.</span>
[[ Continue | c6_b2_laura_key_alice_3]]Sliding her hand over the smooth skin, Alice gently inserted a soapy finger into Roxy's asshole.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_8.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_8" width="80%">
<<if $relationships.roxy < 15>>
Roxy jerked away and, turning around, slapped Alice hard across the face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!</div></div>
The frightened girl grabbed her burning cheek and began hastily apologizing. Her arousal and playful thoughts vanished without a trace.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I'm sorry! I thought that's what you wanted. You were standing like that and...
Sorry, I just misunderstood you!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Remember this, bitch - nobody and I mean NOBODY penetrates me without my permission! Especially a worthless slut like you! Got it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes-yes! Got it! Sorry, I won't do it again.</div></div>
Roxy glared angrily at Alice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">You totally killed the mood, you stupid cunt...</div></div>
She began rinsing off the remaining soap, ignoring the frightened girl.
Alice hurried out of the shower before Roxy could come up with some original punishment. Her only consolation was that some of the girls in the shower noticed what happened and were clearly amused by this "unauthorized invasion" of Roxy's backdoor.
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_alice_3]]
<<run setup.update_relationships(-15,0,0,15)>>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Mmm... Really? You've got some balls, you little slut!</div></div>
Alice was shocked by her own boldness and quickly pulled her hand away.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oh no you don't! Keep going now that you've started!</div></div>
Roxy arched her back even more, allowing Alice to penetrate her holes. The girl began caressing Roxy's anus again - slowly and hesitantly at first, then more confidently and deeply inserting her finger. With her other hand, she stroked Roxy's pussy, teasing her lips and clitoris.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Oooh...</div></div>
Roxy not only didn't resist the intrusion but actually moaned, actively thrusting against Alice's hands.
<img src="images/c6_b2_laura_key_alice_9.png" alt="c6_b2_laura_key_alice_8" width="80%">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Rrraaarrgh!</div></div>
Soon Roxy growled with orgasm, tightly squeezing Alice's finger with her anal ring. After a few seconds, she relaxed and slipped out of the girl's hands, collapsing to the floor with a satisfied smile.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Not bad! There's definitely something to this!
We'll have to do this again sometime!</div></div>
The pleased Roxy jumped to her feet, slapped the confused girl's ass, and left the shower. Alice stood bewildered, staring at her own fingers.
<span class='thought'>Did I just... fuck Roxy? Not by eating her out, not by crying through some crazy sex game, but actually fuck her? Finger-fucked her ass while she was bent over?</span>
However, it quickly dawned on her that this was just another one of crazy Roxy's sex games. This time she was just allowed to play a slightly more active role. It would be naive to think this would raise her status above being just another plaything.
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_alice_3]]
<<run setup.update_relationships(10,0,0,15)>>
<</if>>After the shower, the girl went to her friend's room.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, did you get the key?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yeah. I hid it in the hallway near Roxy's door. So they won't suspect us if anything happens.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Great job! That was smart. I think it's best we stay out of Roxy's sight for now.
Let's just hang out in your room. Hopefully Roxy won't stick around all day and will go out to have some fun soon.</div></div>
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_key_3]]The girls settled in Sophie's room, keeping a close eye on the dorm exit through the window. Time seemed to crawl as they waited anxiously for Roxy to leave.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Do you think she'll go out today? She's been acting so weird lately.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">She has to leave eventually. She can't just stay cooped up in the dorm all day.</div></div>
Minutes turned into hours as they watched and waited. Sophie paced nervously while Alice kept her eyes glued to the window.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What if she doesn't leave? What if she's onto us?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Relax. She'll get bored and go out soon enough.</div></div>
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they spotted Roxy exiting the dorm building, her usual confident swagger in full effect.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">There she goes! Let's give her a few minutes to get clear, then we can make our move.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Thank god. I was starting to think we'd be stuck here all day.</div></div>
The girls exchanged relieved smiles, their plan finally moving forward.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Let's hurry! What if she didn't go out for long?
We must be be quick and careful. Check the obvious spots first.</div></div>
The girls entered Roxy's room, their hearts pounding. They started searching methodically but swiftly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Nothing in the nightstand... just some... uh... personal items.</div></div>
Alice peeked into the drawer, quickly averting her eyes from the collection of sex toys.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Check under the bed. I'll look through the desk.</div></div>
Sophie dropped to her knees, searching beneath the bed while Alice carefully went through the desk drawers.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Just more toys here... God, does this girl think about anything else?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Focus, Sophie! We need to find those pills.</div></div>
Alice's hands trembled as she pulled out the bottom drawer, her eyes scanning every corner.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wait... I think I found something!</div></div>
Her fingers brushed against a small plastic bag tucked in the far back corner of the drawer.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Here they are! Let's just take a couple. She probably won't even notice they're missing.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Are you sure? What if she counts them?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Trust me, Roxy's not the type to keep track. Let's just grab two and get out of here.</div></div>
The girls carefully took two pills from the bag, making sure to leave the rest undisturbed. They quickly put everything back exactly as they found it.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Wait, was the drawer like this before? I think you moved that notebook.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">No, it was like this. You're just being paranoid.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm not! I swear it was on the other side. Roxy will notice if something's out of place.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Fine, let's move it back. Happy now?</div></div>
After a brief argument about the exact placement of items, they finally agreed everything looked as it did when they entered. They took one last look around the room to make sure nothing was out of order.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Okay, let's go before someone sees us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yeah, my heart's about to jump out of my chest. I can't believe we actually did this.</div></div>
The girls slipped out of Roxy's room, closing the door quietly behind them. They hurried back to Sophie's room, both relieved and anxious about what they had just done.
[[Continue|c6_b2_laura_1]]<span class='thought'>What content is currently available?</span>
Game is under development. Please, check the [[Roadmap]] to see what exists and what is coming.
<span class='thought'>I want to see all the content, but I'm not interested in replaying the game just for one missed scene.</span>
You can use the button on the sidebar to roll back to the passage with a choice and take a different branch. Also, in pre-release versions, there is an option to skip scenes that were in previous versions. There is no "canonical" route in the game where all scenes are shown. Just following the plot, you will likely miss something interesting. I believe that in the game there should be no choices that don't affect anything, and most routes should contain some unique content.
<span class='thought'>Where can I get the full version of the game?</span>
Most likely, this is it. Just in case, check f95zone - I will be posting updates there.
<span class='thought'>Why did you make this?</span>
Mainly to improve my skills with Stable Diffusion. Well, and it was interesting to write a kind of porn story.
<span class='thought'>Will there be a continuation?</span>
If there's interest from readers - yes, I can write a continuation.
<span class='thought'>I don't understand the lore/events/characters.</span>
There is not much lore yet. But you can ask Sophie a few questions to get more information about the characters and get tips on how to get to the good endings.
v0.6: Just ignore it for now. The beginning of the game requires specific retconning. I'll try to clean everything up before release, but for now don't pay attention to the "lore". Just keep in mind that this isn't our world, but something like an "alternate universe".
<span class='thought'>I don't understand how my choices affect the story.</span>
There are a few parameters that change in the story:
* Pain
* Relationships
* Passed exams
* Money
Try to avoid pain when it's possible. But keep in mind - "No pain, no gain".
v0.6: The game has become more focused on story branches now. The parameters mentioned above still matter, especially relationships. But there's no need to grind them - just follow the story. I've added hints in places where these parameters affect something.
To control relationships, you can keep in mind these tips:
* Roxy likes when she is obeyed and dislikes any resistance.
* Sophie sympathizes with Alice, so her attitude improves when Alice gets into trouble. She doesn't like when Alice tries to befriend Roxy or the bullies, regardless of what Sophie might say about it herself.
* The regular girls like when Alice shows character and doesn't submit to Roxy and the bullies.
* The bullies simply love fun. The more uncomfortable situations Alice gets into, the more sympathy they will have for her.
And, of course, everyone likes when Alice does something useful or pleasant for them.
Passing exams and graduating from university is likely to be the "basic" route for completing the game. So each credit you earn brings you closer to the ending.
v0.6: Now it's clear that this will be just one of the endings. But there are already several endings that don't depend on passed exams at all.
Money is a useful resource that you can spend on various bonuses and services that help you in the game. In later versions, there will be more opportunities to earn and spend money.
<span class='thought'>Why is there only lesbian and BDSM content? When will guys appear?</span>
Personal preferences :) I might add scenes with guys in the future, but in the near term, it's more likely that scenes with Alice and Roxy will be developed further.
v0.6: The game will remain focused on lesbian and BDSM content. There are a few scenes with guys, but they are either indirect or completely "unreal".
<span class='thought'>Why don't the pictures match each other?</span>
It's the specifics of Stable Diffusion. I tried to make the characters and environment as consistent as possible, but it didn't always work out. I will improve my skills. I hope it will get better in the future.
v0.6: While I'm working on this game, the AI models keep evolving. New versions generate better images, so I sometimes use them. Unfortunately, different checkpoints produce very different faces even with references and using the same prompt.
<span class='thought'>Why is the language so strange?</span>
English is not my native language. Especially when it comes to such specific content. If you suggest any corrections - I'll be happy to read them.
<span class='thought'>I found a bug/typo/flaw. Where should I write?</span>
Write in the comments to the game on f95zone. I will check and fix it.
<span class='thought'>I have an idea/suggestion/criticism. Where should I write?</span>
Same place. Write in the comments to the game on f95zone.
<span class='thought'>What tools are used to create the game?</span>
I tried to mention all AI tools in the acknowledgments. I also used text and graphic editors :)
[[Acknowledgments]]
<span class='thought'>How can I support you?</span>
For now, only with kind words. Praise me in the comments, I'll be happy to read them.
<span class='thought'>Ugh! The described events are horrible and disgusting! How can one write about such things?</span>
I clearly separate fantasy and reality. The events described in the game are fantasy and have nothing to do with real life. If after reading you want to repeat something similar in real life - abandon this idea forever. And seek help from a psychologist.
[[Back to the story|Start]]<<silently>>
<<set $gallery_mode to true>>
<</silently>>
Want to see missed scenes? Great!
Choose the one you want and play it again, making different choices.
[[Lesbian rape in Room 4|Room4]]
[[Spanking in the shower|BadMorning]]
[[Naked Alice in the cafeteria|GoodMorning]]
[[Halloween party|c2_halloween_party]]
[[Meeting Laura|loc_infirmary_not_visited]]
[[Kitchen duty|c3_kitchen_duty]]
[[Play cards with Roxy|c4_mia]]
[[Prepare for a private party|c5_private_party]]
[[Infirmary discount|c4_infirmary_experiment]]
[[Alice, Sophie and Roxy in the Shower|c5_private_party_2]]
[[Visiting Roxy's Room|c5_private_party_4]]
[[Miss Endelf|c5_roxy_party_go_1]]
[[Spy the party|c5_roxy_party_afterparty_spy]]
[[Back to the story|Start]]First of all, thank you for reading this.
Secondly, thanks to everyone who participated in creating these products:
* <a href="https://github.com/lllyasviel/Fooocus">Fooocus</a> - An application for working with Stable Diffusion models.
* <a href="https://github.com/AUTOMATIC1111/stable-diffusion-webui">AUTOMATIC1111</a> - Another project for working with Stable Diffusion models.
* <a href="https://krita.org/">Krita</a> - An image editor and drawing tool.
* <a href="https://github.com/Acly/krita-ai-diffusion">Generative AI for Krita</a> - An AI plugin for Krita that allows generating images directly within the program.
* <a href="https://civitai.com/models/133005/juggernaut-xl">Juggernaut XL</a> - One of the best general-purpose SDXL models.
* <a href="https://civitai.com/models/573152/lustify-sdxl-nsfw-and-sfw-checkpoint">Lustify</a> - A good SDXL checkpoint for adult content.
* <a href="https://civitai.com/models/605283/donutsdeliverymix-v3-nsfw-photorealism">DonutsDeliveryMix</a> - Another excellent SDXL checkpoint for adult content.
And, of course, a huge thanks to everyone who supports the development of open-source AI, making it accessible and uncensored for everyone, not just big companies.
[[Back to the story|Start]]
[[FAQ|FAQ]]Long-term goals:
- [?] Ability to finish university by "passing" all exams. UPDATE: It will not be a "grind". Just one of endings.
- [+] Multiple endings
- [+] Need to balance relationships to avoid bad endings
- [?] Purchase of various bonuses and services for money
- [+] A few mini-games
v0.6
- [x] Scenes with Alice's arrest
- [x] "Prison" ending
- [x] "Reboot" ending
- [x] Several scenes related to Roxy's pills
- [x] "Nothing Personal, Just Business" ending
- [x] Some scenes take into account relationships with Roxy and other girls
- [x] Added "hints" throughout the game to make it easier to reach completed endings. This is to prevent players from being disappointed by ending up on unfinished branches. Will remove them later.
- [x] New scenes haven't been added to the gallery yet - they're tied to the story and it's not clear how to properly include them. Will add in future updates.
v0.5
- [x] Added branching endings - after Roxy's party, the story diverges based on player choices
- [x] Added new scenes
v0.4
- [x] Simplified mini-games
- [x] New scenes
v0.3
- [x] Medical office
- [x] Impact of pain on gameplay (canceled in newer updates)
- [x] New character
- [x] At least one new scene
v0.2
- [x] UI improvements
- [x] Relationship system
- [x] Pain system
- [x] New character - Sophie
- [x] Mini-game "Obstacle Run"
- [x] Halloween scene
v0.1
- [x] Canteen scene
- [x] Shower scene (jump rope)
- [x] Shower scene (towel)
- [x] Scene in Room 4
[[Back to the story|Start]]
[[FAQ|FAQ]]<span class="location_message">Alice's room.</span>
<img src="images/bg_dark_room.png" alt="Alice's room" width="50%"/>
<<silently>>
<<run $pain_message = setup.get_pain_message($body_pain)>>
<<run $relationship_message = setup.get_relationship_message($relationships)>>
<<run $available_content = setup.get_available_content("alice_room")>>
<</silently>>
$pain_message
$relationship_message
<<if $pain_lock>>
<<link [[Take painkillers|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $pain_lock = false>><</link>>
<<link [[Go to the infirmary|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $pain_lock = false>><</link>>
<<else>>
$available_content
<</if>>
<<if Config.debug>>
<<button [[+5 to Roxy|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.roxy += 5>><</button>>
<<button [[-5 to Roxy|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.roxy -= 5>><</button>>
<<button [[+5 to Sophie|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.sophie += 5>><</button>>
<<button [[-5 to Sophie|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.sophie -= 5>><</button>>
<<button [[+5 to Bullies|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.bullies += 5>><</button>>
<<button [[-5 to Bullies|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.bullies -= 5>><</button>>
<<button [[+5 to Girls|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.girls += 5>><</button>>
<<button [[-5 to Girls|loc_alice_room]]>><<run $relationships.girls -= 5>><</button>>
<</if>><<silently>>
<<script>>
setup.get_infirmary_options = function() {
let body_pain = State.variables.body_pain;
let treatment_message = "";
if (setup.get_pain_level() == 0) {
return "You don't need any medical attention.\n";
}
if (State.variables.money < 300) {
return "Sorry, but you don't have enough money for treatment.";
}
treatment_message = "You have sufficient funds for medical care.\n";
treatment_message += "Treatment costs 300 dollars.\n";
const treatments_link = "<<link [[Pay for that|loc_infirmary]]>><<run setup.reset_pain()>><</link>>\n";
treatment_message += treatments_link
return treatment_message;
}
<</script>>
<<run $pain_message = setup.get_pain_message($body_pain)>>
<<run $treatment_message = setup.get_infirmary_options($body_pain)>>
<<run $infirmary_available_content = setup.get_available_content("infirmary")>>
<</silently>>
<img src="images/c3_doctor_main.png" alt="Doctor Laura" width="80%">
$pain_message
$treatment_message
$infirmary_available_content
[[Back to Alice's room|loc_alice_room]]<<silently>>
<<script>>
setup.buy_exam = function() {
if (State.variables.money < 1000) {
return false;
}
State.variables.money -= 1000;
State.variables.credits_counter += 1;
return true;
}
<</script>>
<</silently>>
<img src="images/c3_mia_face.png" alt="Mia" width="80%">
<<if $money < 1000>>
Mia smiles sweetly. But her smile is unlikely to imply a discount.
<span class='thought'>Why did I even come to her if I don't have enough money?</span>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hi, Alice!
Do you want to solve your exam problem?</div></div>
<<link [[Buy an exam|loc_buy_exam]]>><<run setup.buy_exam()>><</link>>
<</if>>
[[Back to Alice's room|loc_alice_room]]<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can you help me "pass" the exam?</div></div>
Alice handed Mia the agreed amount.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">No problem! Consider it done!</div></div>
[[Back to Alice's room|loc_alice_room]]<img src="images/c3_mia_face.png" alt="Mia" width="80%">
Mia turned out to be a petite Asian girl with a doll-like face.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi Mia, I'm Alice.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Hello to you too. Did you want something?</div></div>
Alice hesitated. Although Sophie had said that Mia was exactly the person to approach about "buying" exams, it felt awkward to speak directly about it.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">A friend told me that you could help with exams. You know, when you can't pass, but you need the credit.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh, you mean that.
Yes, no problem. A thousand for each exam. You give me the money, I take care of everything.</div></div>
The girl answered so easily and freely, as if bribery was a normal thing.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And if you can't do it?</div></div>
Mia smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">That doesn't happen. Everyone in our world loves money. And I know who to offer it to and how, so they won't refuse.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can't it be cheaper? A thousand seems like a lot.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">You're an interesting girl, Alice. You've barely arrived here and you're already asking for a discount.
No, it can't. A thousand is the standard price. Or do you think I can persuade someone to give you credit for free?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Well, surely that thousand includes your share. If you could reduce it a little...</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">And why would I do that? When you came in, did you see a sign over the door saying "Fund for Poor Students"? No? That's because it's not there!</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I could do something for you in return.</div></div>
Mia looked at Alice suspiciously.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Don't try that stuff with me. I'm not Roxy. I only date guys.
Even if I were interested in girls - what magical thing could you do to make me pay for you out of my own pocket?
No, darling, it doesn't work like that. If you'd lived here longer, you'd probably have been told that my greatest attraction is to money. And, believe me, I'm not at all ashamed of this deviation.</div></div>
Alice was taken aback by this interpretation of her words.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I didn't mean that at all!
I'm just offering help. Without any sexual context!
I just don't have that much money. So I'm thinking about what options there might be.</div></div>
Mia looked at her with interest.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Help, you say...
And you're suggesting assistance so valuable that I'd be willing to forgo a thousand dollars of my own money?</div></div>
Alice felt that Mia was wavering and decided to press her advantage.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It doesn't have to be the whole thousand. Maybe you could knock off a couple hundred? And in return I'll...
I don't know. For example, I could clean your room.</div></div>
But Mia just waved it off.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I can clean up myself. I don't need to give away money for such a trifle.
But I think I have one task where I could really use someone's help. If it works out, you'll definitely get one exam on my account.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Great! Tell me what needs to be done.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Wait, don't rush. It's a delicate matter, and I don't trust you that much yet.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What can I do to make you stop doubting me?</div></div>
The possibility of saving a significant sum and earning a free credit invigorated Alice, prompting her to pursue the matter with Mia more eagerly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Don't rush me! I need to think.
In any case, the price for the exam won't change for you. But I might give you a chance to earn some money. And what you spend it on is up to you.
I'll drop by when I have some options. Roxy put you in the closet, right?</div></div>
Alice sighed heavily.
<<if $chapter_results.initial != "canteen">>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yeah. I tried to argue, but it only made things worse.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Not surprising. You're not in a position to argue with Roxy.
Now she'll keep you there for a long time, just out of spite.</div></div>
<<else>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Yes, there don't seem to be any other rooms.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">There are, but Roxy won't just let you move into one.</div></div>
<</if>>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Can you help me move to a normal room?</div></div>
Mia thought for a moment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I suppose so. But I can't tell you the price yet.
Roxy assigns the rooms. You can't bribe her - she doesn't care about money. And you don't have the kind of sum that could interest her anyway.
So we need to come up with something that would make her willing to accommodate you.</div></div>
Mia smiled and stood up, clearly hinting that it was time for the guest to leave.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">Oh, you've given me quite a few things to think about.
Thanks for stopping by! It was nice to meet you.
I have a feeling we're in for some interesting and profitable dealings!</div></div>
<span class='thought'>And I have a feeling that "profitable" means her profit, while I'll be stuck with the "interesting" part - all the trouble that comes with it.</span>
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[[Say goodbye and return to your room|loc_alice_room]]<span class="location_message">Sophie's room.</span>
<<if $relationships.sophie lt -15>>
<div>
Grumpy Sophie stood in the doorway, not allowing Alice to enter.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What are you doing here?
I don't want to talk to you.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>It seems she's very upset about something.
Maybe she'll calm down tomorrow?</span>
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
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<<elseif $relationships.sophie lt 0>>
<div>
Sophie looked at Alice unfriendly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What do you want?</div></div>
<span class='thought'>It seems my recent actions have really upset her.</span>
<div id="sophie_apology">
<<link "Try to make up">>
<<replace "#sophie_apology">>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sophie, I understand that you're angry with me, but I don't want us to have problems. Please understand, I'm just trying to survive here. And you're the only one who has treated me like a human being. Believe me, I really appreciate you.</div></div>
Sophie's face softened.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Okay, it's fine. Ask what you wanted to</div></div>
<<run $relationships.sophie += 5>>
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<img src="images/c2_sophie_in_bed.png" width="80%">
Sophie was relaxing, sprawled out on the bed.
Noticing Alice, she smiled warmly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Hi, Alice! Glad to see you! Do you need something?</div></div>
[[Ask questions|loc_sophie_room_questions]]
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
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<</if>>[[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]]
[[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]]
[[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]]
[[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]]
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]<div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Well, I've pretty much told you everything. She's the daughter of one of the university's sponsors. She's here solely to have fun. I heard she has a small house near the university. I've heard she hangs out there with friends occasionally. Throws some parties, but I've never been there. I wasn't invited. And I wouldn't go anyway. I've had enough of her antics in the dorm.</div></div>
Sophie pondered for a moment.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">What else? Well, she hardly ever shows up for classes. She's only regularly seen in the gym. But you've probably figured that out yourself.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">What kind of person is she? I mean, besides being a absolute bitch.</div></div>
The girl shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">"Absolute bitch" is probably the best description for her. She's constantly picking on other girls. She pretends she doesn't care about anyone around her. But in reality, she always wants to be the center of attention. The best way to get into trouble is to act like you didn't notice her. So don't try to ignore her, or she'll definitely come up with some nasty trick. And she has a wild and sadistic imagination. All her pranks are either painful or humiliating. Usually both at the same time.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Is she a lesbian?</div></div>
Sophie smirked.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">She's horny! She doesn't care if she's fooling around with guys or girls. She's just interested in how she can make others do what she wants. Preferably with as many participants and spectators as possible. I think her main erotic fantasy is to have an orgy in a packed stadium. And, of course, for her to be at the center of all the action, with everyone watching and admiring her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, there's nothing good to expect from her?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Usually not. She has these quirks when she plays the "sugar daddy" to all the girls. She might give something away. Like expensive clothes, or jewelry that costs as much as my family earns in a year. Or she might help with studies. She'll just ask one of the teachers to give a good grade. And she doesn't care how much you need it. She's just showing off so everyone can see how cool she is.</div></div>
[[What about her friends?|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]]
[[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]]
[[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]]
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
</div><div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Just a bunch of sycophants. They revolve around Roxy, constantly admire her, and continuously kiss her ass. Sometimes literally.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Does she sleep with all of them?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I can't say for sure, but she acts as if they're favorites in her harem. Just don't think that by getting close to her pussy, you'll enter her circle of friends. It's just a pleasant addition for her. The main thing is to constantly obey her, continuously admire her, and not give her a reason to get bored.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Sounds awful.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Yes, especially considering Roxy's character and her preferences in entertainment. So only bitches like herself gather around her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, I need to stay away from all of them?</div></div>
Sophie shrugged uncertainly.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">It's up to you. Only Roxy herself poses a real threat. And her girlfriends... They're just a snake pit that she keeps around for fun. Once, I scratched the face of one of them in front of her. That girl was really getting on my nerves. You think Roxy stood up for her? She just laughed! "Look, girls, the red kitten knows how to scratch! Stay away from her, or she might even bite!"</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">And how did it end?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">With nothing. I'm telling you, they're all just Roxy's yes-girls. They're only brave when she supports them. Otherwise, they're just ordinary cowardly bitches. So if any of them bother you - you can tell them to go to hell.</div></div>
[[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]]
[[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]]
[[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]]
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
</div><div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Those who aren't in Roxy's pack are mostly nice girls. They're just scared and trying not to get involved in anything. The principle here is simple - the quieter you are, the less trouble you get. This works both in the dorm and in classes. We don't have any tight-knit groups here. But the division between Roxy's entourage and the rest is very clear. So if you start sucking up to her, the girls won't like it.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">I wouldn't even think of it!</div></div>
Sophie smiled.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm glad to hear that. Nobody here likes her. Not even her "friends".</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So, if I figure out how to kick her out of here - will others support me?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">They'd carry you on their shoulders! But I don't think you'll succeed. Don't forget who her dad is. She's allowed a lot here. So it's better not to piss her off. But keep in mind that we don't like those who try to join her.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Understood.</div></div>
[[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]]
[[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]]
[[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]]
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
</div><div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I grew up on a farm. My parents are farmers, and I spent my childhood there. I always wanted to escape to the city, but we didn't have money to pay for education. Then I learned about this university's "charity" program and decided to give it a try.
I was very surprised when I got in. You know, I'm not some talented girl, surely there were much more capable students among the applicants. It's only here that I realized they don't care about academic performance. I suspect they just randomly choose among the candidates.
So, now I'm "studying". Or rather, use all the opportunities to pass the exams and get a diploma and full rights. After that, I'll move to the capital, find a job and live like a normal girl. They say there's plenty of work there that doesn't require any education. There's a shortage of people because of this stupid law about limited rights. Maybe they're lying, but I'll take the risk. The main thing is to hold on here for two more years.</div></div>
[[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]]
[[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]]
[[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]]
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
</div><div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">It's not going at all. Few people here really try to study. The rich kids are having fun, and the rest are just serving their time. Many don't even attend classes.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Don't the teachers control it?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">They don't care. Well, if you stand out particularly - you can get credits ahead of time if you visit the classes regularly. Or if one of the professors wants to give them to you. For some reason. Otherwise, you just hang around the campus for the required time, then get a diploma and leave.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">This is nonsense... No knowledge, no skills, no education. Then why is all this needed?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">There's a rumor, almost official, that this university was specially made for lazy rich people. Who don't want to do anything, but it's not respectable for them to live without a "degree".</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Then why did they let us in here?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">Supposedly out of charity. They allow poor people to get full rights. But I don't believe it. Most likely, troublemakers like Roxy asked to recruit more students so they would have someone to have fun with. And the teachers don't mind - what difference does it make to them how many people DON'T attend their classes? Anyway, sponsors pay for each student. Plus, some professors sometimes don't mind getting certain benefits from us.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">So maybe we should just leave here until the end of "studies"?</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">It won't work. No matter how you look at it, this is an official student town. So leaving here during classes means expulsion. If you can afford housing outside of the campus - you can sit there all year, not leaving the house. But if you leave the city, you'll be kicked out of the university immediately. I think the teachers would be happy to bypass this ban and not see most of the students at all. But it's not in their power.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">It still seems strange. Too many complications.</div></div>
Sophie lowered her voice.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">There's another rumor. Although it's more like a conspiracy theory. Girls whispered that some students are taken from here by the sponsors themselves. Either as sex slaves for themselves, or to some special club. And that this is the main reason why we're admitted here - to select the most suitable ones for themselves.</div></div>
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Wow... And do you know anyone who disappeared like that?</div></div>
Sophie shrugged.
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">No, I don't. I'm telling you - it's just a rumor. It's just that many drop out of university in one day and leave without warning anyone. Especially if they haven't managed to make friends here. So the others tell all kinds of scary stories. As if we don't have enough horrors in reality.</div></div>
[[What do you know about Roxy?|loc_sophie_room_questions_roxy]]
[[Share information about Roxy's friends|loc_sophie_room_questions_bullies]]
[[How are things with the other girls?|loc_sophie_room_questions_girls]]
[[Tell me a bit about yourself|loc_sophie_room_questions_sophie]]
[[Return to your room|loc_alice_room]]
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<img src="images/header_1.png" alt="Start" width="100%" />
WARNING!
This story is entirely fictional.
The events described here have no place in reality.
As the author, I strongly condemn any violence in real life.
Remember that fantasies should remain fantasies.
All characters here are over 18 years old.
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[[I've played previous version. Show me the new content!|alt_start]]
[[Replay scenes|Gallery]]
[[Acknowledgments]]
[[FAQ]]<h1>Sexual Troubles of a Newcomer</h1>
<img src="images/alice_start.png" alt="Alice" width="80%"/>
Stepping off the bus, Alice breathed in the air of the new city.
An amazing aroma of late summer.
<span class='thought'>Perhaps for me, this is the scent of a new life?
A girl from the provinces doesn't have many chances to achieve something in this life.
But it seems I've drawn a lucky ticket.
I still don't understand how I managed to get into this university...
I guess I just got lucky.
Now the main thing is not to miss my chance.
To finish my studies and get a diploma, no matter what it costs me.
It's good that the university provided me with a room!
There's no way I can afford to rent a place here.</span>
[[Continue|Dorm_CheckIn]]Into:
* [[Morning of an Obedient Girl|GoodMorning]]
* [[Spanking in the Shower|BadMorning]]
* [[Room N4|Room4_Morning]]
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[[c2_halloween_party]]Roxy
<img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_roxy.png" alt="Roxy"><div class="text roxy">Hi, I'm Roxy.
Me too.</div></div>
Alice
<img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_alice.png" alt="Alice"><div class="text alice">Hi, I'm Alice.
Me too.</div></div>
<span class='thought'>These are my thoughts.
As well as this.</span>
Default
<img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_empty.png" alt="Default"><div class="text">I'm an unknown character.
I'm an unknown character.</div></div>
Dennis
<img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_dennis.png" alt="Dennis"><div class="text dennis">I'm Dennis.
I'm Dennis.</div></div>
Sophie
<img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_sophie.png" alt="Sophie"><div class="text sophie">I'm Sophie.
I'm Sophie.</div></div>
Doctor Laura
<img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_doctor.png" alt="Doctor Laura"><div class="text">I'm Doctor Laura.
I'm Doctor Laura.</div></div>
Mia
<img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_mia.png" alt="Mia"><div class="text">I'm Mia.
I'm Mia.</div></div>
Odiosis
<img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_odi.png" alt="Odiosis"><div class="odiosis">I'm Odiosis.
I'm Odiosis.</div></div>
Susan
<img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_susan.png" alt="Susan"><div class="text">I'm Susan.
I'm Susan.</div></div>
Endelf
<img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf">
<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_endelf.png" alt="Endelf"><div class="text">I'm Endelf.
I'm Endelf.</div></div>
Police
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<div class="dialogue"><img src="images/icon_police.png" alt="Police"><div class="text">I'm Police.
I'm Police.</div></div>
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[[Sandbox]]You win!
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[[Sandbox]]Use arrow keys to move the witch avoiding the pumpkins.
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</div>You win!
[[Sandbox]]You lose!
[[Sandbox]]This is where the story ends for now.
If you enjoyed it and want more - please let me know in comments.
This is my first experience in writing such stories, and I'm not sure if anyone is interested in this.
And if you haven't gone through all the branches yet - try starting from the beginning and making different decisions.
You'll find something interesting on each path.
[[Start from the beginning|Start]]
If you have any questions - I suggest reading the [[FAQ|FAQ]]