Meanwhile, in that lady's room.....

"Alright," Delilah huffs, the door clicking closed behind her. "What of mine do you have?" Looking around, Delilah can see that the room was made with a good amount of effort -- posters of various bands and colours scatter across the walls, and the window seems to have a custom set of blinds which the residents must have put in. There are two beds set up (not unexpected for anybody who's been at Coinpilfer for over a year), one kitted up with white bedsheets and the other red. Two mannequin torsos, lifted from the ground by a single pole, hold a set of armour -- one an ornate silver plate designed to cover the torso while leaving the arms and legs free, with golden accents and patterns throughout it. The other is a dim blue full-body chain, including a hood.

The door clicks a second time. That's odd. Delilah turns to see the woman slide a key into the left cup of her bra.

"Uhhh...." Delilah backs up a couple of steps. "What is this?"

"Figured out something's up, did you?" The woman smiles and takes a sultry step forward, backing Delilah nearly against the window. "You get really fuzzy-headed when you see a naked girl, don't you?"

"W-what are you talking about! Not at all! G-get out of my way, if you don't have anything of mine then I need to take a shower...."

Delilah is allowed to slip past the woman without any resistance, but of course the door handle barely even jiggles when she reaches it. Delilah gulps audibly.

"Well, I'm glad to be wrong then."

Delilah turns to demand her exit once again, only to see that the woman has stripped entirely naked, save for her bra, as she tosses her shirt over to land on the red-sheeted bed. H-how did she even do that so quickly?

"If you're so clear minded right now, you shouldn't have any trouble getting this key from me." The woman licks a circle around her lips, beckoning Delilah with one finger while the other traces the outline of the key visible through her bra. Delilah takes a step back on a reflex, her foot bumping into the locked door behind her. Taking a deep breath, she looks up to the woman and sets her jaw.

"Alright then....." With that, Delilah begins walking determinedly towards the woman.

"Ha! Such confidence! Let's see how long that-"

***

"haa... hhaa...." It's hard to do anything more than pant and lean back against the wall. Across the room from her, Delilah pushes the key into the lock and turns it.

"w-wait... waiiiitt!!" Delilah steps outside, but holds the door open to regard the mess of a senior, lying naked and sweaty across the room from her and propped up against the wall. It takes a few seconds before she's taken in enough air to continue. "y-you need to.... pay me back. you broke my bra......" Her voice trails off and transitions back into panting.

Delilah just laughs. "That won't be happening. Though, judging from the reaction of everybody in the courtyard when you were pushed up against that window and cumming, I think I have an idea of how you might be able to pay for a new one."

Delilah steps out into the hallway, ready to leave the defeated and humiliated would-be mistress of a senior, but pauses midway through to speak one last comment. "And for the record? Seeing you naked did not get me fuzzy-headed."

Delilah throws the key onto the ground of the room and lets the door slam shut behind her, walking irritated but somewhat proud back to her and Jason's shared room, leaving the shivering wreck back in her own room. After what she just did to her, she probably wouldn't be getting up for a while -- which means her own roommate will be the one to find her there.

Until then, the woman is left sitting and panting, dwelling on her thoughts. Why did I have to pick her of all people?