Flirt with her

This cop is actually pretty hot, and you should live up to the CCL code of honor, right? Besides, it doesn’t seem like she’s here very… officially.

“No,” You say. “I don’t mind.” You adjust your posture a little, parting your legs slightly and pulling your shoulders back so your boobs show a little more through your flimsy night top. You meet her eyes and picture her naked. You bet she has a nice body under those clothes, and there’s this tension in her that’s a little intimidating, but also a turn on. She’s really intense. She must be really passionate in the sack.

“CCL has gotten so famous,” she says.

“Yeah,” you agree. It’s almost a meme. Like, some horny lesbian will pop off thirst tweets and stuff, and people will reply like ‘Hey CCL, come get your girl,’ like CCL is just the headquarters for all the horny gay girls in America.

“I wonder if it’s famous for the right reasons,” Lopez said. “It’s not all naked pillow fights and sorority orgies, is it? Do you guys really have orgies? Asking for a friend.”

“Does this relate to a crime? Or are you just curious?”

“Curious,” she says.

“We welcome curious girls,” you say, looking down to indicate that you have noticed how she’s staring at your body.

She gives you a patient smile.

“You haven’t been in the news much lately,” she says.

“What?”

“CCL. It’s been quiet for a while. No new scandals or tragedies. Not since that soccer player broke her leg. Ruined her career,” Lopez says steadily.

“We have new leadership,” you say. Lopez has noticed you for sure, but it looks like you haven’t managed to totally distract her. You decide to reasonable rather than trying to do a full slutty kitten routine. This cop can see through you. She knows that’s not your personality. “Things used to be rough. I’m not the historian, but I know. They used to do bad hazing and some things went down. I didn’t know about the **** one,” you add.

“But you knew about the prank that crippled that soccer player,” she says.

You nod.

“You know about the girl that fell off the roof during her initiation.”

“Yes,” you say. “But we don’t…”

She cuts you off. “You know about the girl that went to the hospital with **** poisoning.”

“Yeah, I heard about that. This is all ancient history.”

“But there’s a lot of it,” she says.

“OK,” you reply.

“You still joined?”

“Yes,” you say, feeling defensive. “Stuff happens.”

“Seems risky. Those orgies must be pretty good to be worth it,” she says.

“Want to find out?”

“You having one tonight?” she asks with a grin.

You laugh. “Come on. We don’t do that,” you say. “What? You think it’s on the calendar? Every Thursday night, everyone in the common room, no clothes?”

“Of course not,” she replies.

“Because it’s Fridays,” you say.

She blinks, looking surprised. Then she laughs.

“Nice,” she says. “You aren’t going to tell me anything, are you?”

“I’m not supposed to share our secrets,” you say primly. “But if you stay the night, you might see something or hear something,” you suggest. “You’d just have to be someone’s guest.”

“I’m already a guest. I can’t leave. The storm’s too bad.”

“What are you really here looking for?”

“I’m looking into some old cases. Will you help me?”

Hmm. You kind of want to.

Just agree to help? Or ask for something in return?