A pact

As Violet's orgasm subsides, her sense of reason seems to slowly return. Upon realization of what just happened, she gives you a pointed look. Her expression is an interesting mix of anger, hesitation, and residual shame. She's not so stupid as to think she can get out of her predicament scot-free, but also unsure as to how she can minimize damages to her reputation. "So now what?" she spits at you. You glance at her as you clean your cock of her and your bodily fluids.

"Nothing new, really." You laugh. "That footage stays with me. If you don't want it in an top-priority message to the rest of the Tigers, you're at my beck and call."

"...I hope you get eaten alive someday." She retorts. A stark laugh is all the response you bother with as you leave the rooftop, leaving the blonde cheerleader on the roof, naked and alone.