Interrupt

Whether it’s a knock or a loud cough, you startle the young woman out of her private moment, her eyes quickly shooting to you, her face blushing a gentle red. Her face is sharp and aristocratic, beautiful in a harsh way with well defined cheeks and a strong yet womanly jaw. She’s undeniably beautiful as a model might be, so much so most would be intimidated to even say hello. You likely would’ve been more pitiful… had you not just walked in on her. However, she quickly recovers from the unexpected visit, moving up to open the door. “Um, hello. I haven’t seen you around, are you new?” The girl asks, cocking her head to the side as she sizes you up. She actually stands a bit above you in terms of height, with most of that difference coming from her long, slender legs. You answer affirmatively.

“Ah, I see, I guess the hooligans are too busy goofing off to introduce new club members.” She says with a resigned tone, indicating towards the locker room you passed. “Well, I’m Jez, short for Jezebel. Nice to meet you.” She stretches a hand out to shake. Looking behind her, you see a well organized set of sheet music, with meticulously placed binder folders and alphabetical ordering. You recognize the music as upper level pieces, only playable by true virtuosos. This girl was a work-a-holic, and possibly a prodigy. “I assume you’ve got a bit of piano experience. If you’d like to join my practice I’d b- oh wait, your introduction match. Shit, Dr. Sharp wouldn’t like if you missed that…” she bites her nails lightly, considering her options before sighing

“Alright, I’d also be willing to be your first match. After all, well-rounded students need some battle experience and it’s been a while since I’ve fought. Though…” she suddenly moves near the door, grabbing a condom. “You need to use this with me. Sorry, but I’m not the trusting type, especially with thrusting types.” Jez holds the thing up, raising an eyebrow as she does. Clearly, she was acting uninterested in this, as if doing you a favor, above the niceties of sexfighting. Yet, you’d seen her just minutes before being rather intimate with a mouthpiece… and your perception lets you notice the twinkle in her eye.