Find Shruti and Catch this Predator

“Thanks for the offer, man, but I’m going to try my luck the regular way,” you say, giving him a pat on the back.

Calling him out alone here at the side of the bar isn’t going to do you any good. You need to find somebody who will help you shut down this asshole before he can do any real damage. And who better for that than Shruti?

You make your way to the dance floor, guessing on a hunch that Shruti will be there. Sure enough, amidst all the guys and girls partying there, a yellow-green streak of color catches your eye. Shruti’s wearing some kind of a saree that shows off her toned belly, the vibrant colors accentuating her natural curves. She moves through the floor like a will-o’-wisp, dancing with each man just long enough to give them the hope that she’ll stay, and then she’s twirling away, grinding up against some new stud. Her hips move hypnotically, swaying in a way that attracts its fair share of grabby hands, but somehow, she’s always moving just out of reach of them, her ass ever enticingly out of reach.

That’s why it’s a minor miracle that you manage to land a hand on her shoulder, as you call out: “Shruti! There’s something you’ve got to hear!”

She begins to twist away, when she catches your eye, recognition crossing her face.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she calls back to you, still dancing to the beat. “What’s going on?”

“It’s better if we take this to the side!” you shout, giving her a light tug as you begin making your way out of the throng of moshing bodies.

“See that guy over there? In the black?” you say, as soon as you’ve made enough distance to be able to hold a conversation. “He just tried to sell my roofies.”

An indecipherable expression flickers across Shruti’s face.

“You picked the right person to come to,” she purrs, straightening out her saree. “You going to watch the show?”

“The show?” you ask, confused.

“Oh, you don’t know,” she laughs, the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. “Let me get a drink, and then I’ll approach him. Take a seat nearby. You’ll want to watch this.”

A minute or two later, you’re posted up by the bar with a drink in hand, watching as the dealer approaches with Shruti in arm. The sorority girl stumbles towards you, looking much more drunk than she was a moment ago, her drink sloshing about dangerously in an open glass.

“So I tell him, gods no you’re not going to get a lay for that, because I’m nowhere close to that easy—” Shruti laughs, looking away for a second, and you see the dealer fumbling with something in his hand.

“No, of course not, you’re not an easy girl,” the guy says, laughing too. For him, the joke’s probably how easy he thinks he’ll have it tonight.

“Hey, gimme a sec I gotta go find him,” Shruti slurs, “promise I’ll be back in a minute and we can tease him together…”

“Fuckin’ great idea,” he says, giving her a pat on the back as she gets out of her chair.

The moment he’s left alone, the man slips a roofie into Shruti’s drink, where it quickly begins to dissolve. He looks around, checking to make sure that nobody’s spotted him, and you busy yourself by staring at your own drink, suddenly thinking it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. You have no idea what Shruti’s got planned, but with her drink actually spiked now… you just hope that she knows what she’s doing.

She comes back to the bar a minute later, all alone and very unsteady on her feet.

“I couldn’t find the guy,” she says, giving the dealer a hefty pout.

“You wouldn’t want to waste time with him anyways,” he says, a sharp grin crossing his face as Shruti lifts up her glass and takes a swig. “Not when you could be hanging with a guy like me.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Shruti shrugs, “you don’t look like the kind of guy that could really do it…”

“I’m a humble man, I don’t ask for much,” the dealer laughs, seemingly unoffended. “I’ll buy you your next drink, soon as you finish this one.”

“You want to get me drunk?” she asks, seeming to take great amusement in that. “I already told you, I’m not easy…” Shruti slouches forwards, barely catching herself on the edge of the bar, and chuckles. “Whoops. Ah…”

“Maybe I should get you somewhere safe tonight,” he says, pulling her to her feet. “Here, you can lean on me.”

“Aww, thanks, you’re such a gentleman,” Shruti laughs, leaning against him heavily, barely walking on her own two feet as he begins to lead her out.

You watch this scene unfold with great alarm. Shruti is not in control of herself, she just roofied herself, and you need to do something about this, now! You’re about to leap out of the seat, when you feel a hand rest on your shoulder.

“Shruti’s a good actor,” Laura says into your ear. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“How… how do you know what’s going on?”

“Hah, where’d you think she went when she walked away earlier?”

“To find a guy to tease… uh….” you pause for a second. “She went to talk with you?”

“I’m the back-up plan,” she nods. “I’m going to head over to her room in fifteen minutes and see what she’s got for us. You want to be the muscle?”

Shruti +10
Laura +5