Help Helena the witch

You feel bad for Helena. The task sounds so hard, and embarrassing.

"Huh, so it's me then I guess?" Giuliana the pale vampire girl says and looks coldly at all you three. Helena looks relieved. And you sympathize with her, it's actually really hard to talk to boys, at least that's what you think.

"So it's decided. And... oh. Huh. " Chelsie starts, but grows a mischievous smile. "It's Helena, ta-da!"

All you three **** up and question her in unison: "What? Didn't Giuliana want to do it voluntarily?" Chelsie smiles evilly and rubs her long demon tail. "It's not so simple, now is it? I mean, I'm the Satan here, right? So, that's why I'm ordering Helena to do it, period."

Helena looks around with her mouth open and a look of despair on her face. "It's fine, I didn't really want to do it anyways." Giuliana snaps and leaves with enough class to give shame for the whole industry.

"NOOooo!!" Helena wails and covers her pretty face on her hands. Her matching bright red hair and dress make her look like a drop of blood - it's a weird metaphor, but whatever.

She's genuinely crying and you hope her nice makeup doesn't get totally demolished. "Chin up girl. Remember the last time you did it? You even kissed the guy! I hardly got him to grab my hand, as he booked it. You have the best chances, it's true!" Talia is stroking Helena's back behind her from the table she's sitting on.

"Don't take it so personally, please? I'm supposed to be the devil, youknow? So this is like what I do." Chelsie smirks and leaves swaying her amazing ass.

"Hey, March, was it? I'm uh, busy at the moment, so could you please be with Helena for a while?" You agree on Talia's offer and she exits the party floor on silent steps.

"I'm... I'm going to... die, that's right..." Helena tries very hard to compose herself but fails. You think of something and grab an ****-free drink from your basket and offer it to Helena. "Here, let's sit down for a minute."

After gulping down the can you take her empty can and put it back in the basket, for recycling of course. "Hey, would it help if you told me about the last time?" You were thinking of an appropriate question the whole time, and Helena seems a bit better already.

Helena looks a bit weird overall, not that she's not pretty or anything, but just different. Her eyes are quite big and especially her iris' are very big, it's like her eyes are all black. It's probably a condition, since her she also wears big classes with thick lenses, which thankfully don't distort her face that much. Her nose is smaller than is normal, but her lips are very round and plump. It's rude, but someone could mistake her for a blowup doll, if she didn't have the glasses and she used a bit more lipstick.

She smiles very cutely and blinks often, which really makes her seem delicate. "It's awkward and corny... I hate to remember that, to be honest..."

You didn't truly expect her to tell you about it, which is why you have a plan B: "Ok, so what about your costume? Do you like witches or what?" You are both sitting on those taller bar stools and there's small tall tables near.

"Ok. But it's kinda awkward too..." You feel like she's not very social or confident. "Ok, so let me tell a bit about mine first. So, I'm dressed up like Snow White from the old fairy tale. Obviously it's just a story, so there's no real pictures of her real outfit, so I though that going with the way Disney designed their Snow White, and giving it my own twist would probably work just well."

You are honestly really happy with that explanation. "Eh, so does your own twist mean a slutty neck-hole, which shows off your deep cleavage, like a whore or something?" Helena says calmly and coldly. Suddenly she covers her mouth and turns blue. She turns her head away and starts weeping again.

"Hey, what the hell was that?" You feel mad at her for a good reason, but also feel conflicted by her reaction.

"Oh my god! Please, hit me! I did it again! Sorry, sorry, SORRY!" Helena is loud and some people have noticed. You feel mad, but take her and walk her in the bathroom.

"Hey! What's wrong with you!"

She sits down on the toilet and keeps on crying. "I'm sorry, March. I'm so sorry about that." You have already forgiven her so you just take her hand and look into her big eyes.

"It's fine, but there's something you're not telling me." You are not a mean girl at all, but when people tend to speak in circles or act weird you want to know what's up.

"It's a mental illness... I say things that I wouldn't want to. I'm sorry, so sorry, but I don't lie either. I always say what I think in my head, so just, hit me or something..." She is no longer crying but almost like waiting for you to actually hit her in the face.

"Eh, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't know what to say, I mean, I kinda understand, I guess..." You do think that your blouse shows far too much cleavage for any of your standards, but the reason you even dressed up like this was because Pearl said that everyone would dress up risque and pervy.

Helena looks up smiling and blushing. "Thanks, I guess, just remember that... I'm not that mean really." You smile back and blush too from embarrassing bathroom talk like this.

The witch girl gets up and up close in a better lighting you can really appreciate all the beautiful details and aspects of her gorgeous dress and hat. There's honestly too many noteworthy details in her red, black flower-detailed outfit that a whole chapter would have to be used to explain it.

You exit the wc and return to the party, which has gotten more energetic. You think that you learnt a lot about Helena, but now you should decide on what to do next. Helena should still participate in the ritual, let's not forget that.