Own it

This is crazy, but you better get used to it. There’s no way you won’t have to do something way worse when they initiate you, so… it’ll be good practice. You straighten up, take a deep breath, and march into the hallway. You don’t think you could strut if you wanted to, but try to look like you aren’t rushing. Suddenly the house feels very breezy.

You turn the corner and run straight into a tall person. You shriek in surprise and jump back.

The other person looks startled too, not so much from the bump as by your appearance. It’s that cop. You caught a glimpse of her downstairs earlier.

“Did you lose something?” she asks. Her name is… Lopez, right? Detective Lopez? What’s she doing here? Then you remember yourself and tug down your shirt in the front.

“It’s CCL,” you say, trying to act cool. This woman is tall and pretty, with glossy, black hair. She’s dressed like a cool chick detective from a TV show, and carries herself with huge confidence.

She doesn’t look convinced. “Hailee, right?”

“Yeah,” you say, blushing. She can one hundred percent smell the sweat and sex on you.

“Can we talk?”

Your body goes rigid. “Am I in trouble?”

“No. I just want to talk.”

“OK,” you agree nervously.

An awkward moment passes. She smiles. “You want to just talk right here?”

“Oh. No.” She sees through you. She knows you don’t want to be naked in the hallway.

A door a few feet down opens and Duni, one of the officers, steps into the hallway. She sees you and your bare ass and her eyes get huge. She puts one hand on her hip and smirks, about to say something—then she notices that you’re with the detective and catches herself. Without a word, she walks away.

You’re relieved and… very embarrassed. You quickly take Lopez back to your room and securely shut the door. Lopez watches without looking too judgmental as you put on underwear at record speed, then some pajama bottoms as well. These jammies have CCL printed on the butt, but you don’t think you’re fooling this cop. You sit on your bed, your ears still feeling hot.

“So what is it?” you ask her.

“This place has a lot of history. I was wondering if you knew anything about it,” she says.

“A bit,” you reply. CCL definitely has history. It has nothing but history. So much has happened.

“What do you know about Delilah?” Lopez asks, gazing at you intently.

“Delilah? She’s super smart,” you say.

“Were you aware that someone almost died in this room?” she asks.

“This room?” You look around at your room with new eyes.

“Yeah. Right here.” Lopez approaches the bed, pointing at where you’re sitting. “There was this pledge, very attached to the top officer at the time. Kind of the submissive type.” Lopez sits next to you. “They were having sex in here with a strap-on, a little asphyxiation play.” Lopez puts her hand on her throat to show you. “She liked to fuck this pledge until she was about to cum, then **** her, then do it again. Sounds like the girl liked it, at least until it went too far.”

“Oh my God,” you say.

“It did go bad eventually, though. She lived. But she had a brother who was also a student here. He confronted the leader. I guess it got physical, but it ended up with his skull cracked. She said that he started it and she pushed him and he fell. That was what the evidence said too. I believe it,” she says with a shrug.

She hasn’t stopped staring at you, and she hasn’t blinked this whole time.

“You don’t mind talking to me, do you?” she asks, scooting closer to you.

You can't really say no. How to say yes? You could... try to be a little flirty. Or you could be a bit cold.