Surprisingly horribly? Yeah, that makes sense (Taylor's Perspective)

You stand in the doorway, watching the love of your life kissing and groping some skank you've never met, and... You do nothing. You hate yourself so, so much, but... You just... Stand there, resisting the temptation to start moving your own hand towards your chest. It'd be okay, wouldn't it? They were clearly putting on a show for you, and the other residents. But... Fuck, no it wouldn't. Because Maya must be high on demon juice again, and this skank was taking advantage of her.

Except... Maya had said she was fine after the fact with anything she did while demon'd out, right? So if you just indulged a little here... She wouldn't hate you for that, and she wouldn't hate that skank for this. Actually, if you spoke up now, would she even appreciate that later? If she was fine with it all afterwards, wouldn't that mean that she'd also respect the irritation she felt in the moment? Maybe you should treat them like two different people that just happened to share a body?

...Or maybe you're just trying to justify creeping on your best friend again, you fucking slut.

"Maya!" You call out, filled with disgust at yourself.

Maya breaks off her kiss, backing away with a jerk. The horrified look on her face explains it all. She... Hadn't been all lusted up when she'd done this? She'd actually done this while she was sane? But... You'd seen the way their hands were down each other's pants, the look of animal lust you'd glimpsed on Maya's face before she moved in for another kiss. Was that... Just what she looked like when she was horny, then?

...No, that wasn't right, that wasn't her. She'd sobered up now, maybe, but... There was definitely some demon influence involved here, influence that had cleared up between when they started and when they finished.

Except... She hadn't pulled away from the kiss earlier, had she? She'd been... Happily continuing to make out with the skank. So maybe... A lower level of demonic lust might still keep her, her, while still making her a bit more... Flexible...

...And once again, disgust crashes over you as you realize that, once again, being confronted with your friend being strung out on Demon immediately led you to think about how you could further **** her, rather than help.

"Um, I can come back if this is a bad time?..." You say awkwardly, just wanting to crawl off and die, "I was just... Heading to my room... I, um, hadn't expected to see you until lunch?... Knock if you need me?..."

Except, you don't get an answer back. Maya seems lost in her own little world as she thinks about something, the skank looks like she wants to crawl up Maya's snatch and disappear, and you? Fuck, this was all super awkward, but... Just walking off without them saying anything... It would make your earlier voyeurism feel even more like voyeurism. Say something, you two damned skanks! Apologize for assaulting your eyes! It wasn't like you planned to watch!

"Um, wait..." Maya says hesitantly, much to your regret.

...And then, just leaves it there. Because this wasn't awkward enough.

"We need to talk," She finally continues, after a few deep breaths, "Taylor, this is Elizabeth; Elizabeth, this is Taylor."

Oh God, for the love of ALL that is holy, please don't try and introduce us now.

Maya was usually a sweet and innocent woman, who was good at reading people's emotions. At least, when they weren't yours. So why couldn't she read the room this time. No, more than that - it was like she'd decided to read the Sanskrit edition of the room in a completely different state. Or country. Or...

Please don't do this to me.

You glance over to the skank, wondering if this was her idea, but... No. If anything, she looks as utterly mortified as you do. A part of you thinks that this is her getting what she deserves, but another just welcomes another partner in suffering.

Ah, wait; didn't you recognize the skank? She asked good questions, as you recall. Except when they were weirdly niche ones.

"Nice to meet you?..." You ask, trying to hide how awkward you felt, "Wait, we had Theory of Statistics together, didn't we?"

You're pretty sure that was the class, at least. You tried to be social, but the two of you had never actually talked.

You struggle to make out her reply; she talks towards the ground, like she always did when she wasn't talking to the professor or a TA, and she mumbles, which might be new. It sounded like she was surprised you remember her, though?

"Well, statistically speaking, if I paid attention to three quarters of the faces in the class..." You joke, while quietly praying that anything could end this conversation.

"That's not how statistics work, and you know it!" Elizabeth snapped, jerking her head back upwards and half-shouting, "You're not controlling for any of the - ah!"

And, just as quickly, the skank is staring at the ground again. ...Well, at least she knew how to talk, if you could get her worked up enough. Apparently, God had forsaken you, and refused to strike her mute.

"The two of us met in Ms. Devlin's office," Maya said, before suddenly stopping.

Well, duh. Why else would she be making out with a woman?

"So, that's why the..." You trail off, gesturing towards the couch as you invite her to elaborate.

"Yeah, exactly," Maya said, wincing, "Sorry."

...Oh, she was just trying to apologize? Then why did we fucking need to talk about any of this.

Please. Just set my people (me) free. Being stuck here talking about your much-better sex life is pure ****, on several levels.

"Hey, no need to apologize to me," You say instead, raising your hands in defeat, "You're two healthy, adult women; what you do is up to you. A bit public, maybe, but if you're comfortable with that..."

Maya blushes furiously in response. You do actually feel a bit bad about that; if this had been Maya's thing, there was no reason for her to be ashamed of it. Yeah, you might object to seeing happy couples at the moment, especially when she was part of them, but that was a you problem.

But you were still pretty pissed at her for dragging this out when you just wanted to go off and hate yourself, so you refuse to apologize (yet).

"No, not for that... Though, um, that too," She replied, depressed for some reason, "I meant... She was here because I was supposed to introduce her to you..."

Really. She was, what, hoping to make the skank your friend or something? Maybe work on a project together? Fat chance of that after this.

"Mission accomplished?" You reply instead, hiding your irritation under fake confusion, "It's not the most put-together of first impressions, I admit, but if she'd like to freshen up a bit, I can come back in ten minutes and forget this ever happened..."

If this had never happened, you'd have considered it. Hell, if she'd done it with someone else, you'd have considered it. Like this...

Yeah, a part of you was thrilled that she'd given you more material for your clitflix, but a larger part of you was furious with her for having empowered the smaller part. You were trying to stop thinking of your best friend in a sexual context, and she'd just shown you that face of Maya's. You had no intention of forgiving her for that.

But since it was Maya asking... You could at least be polite about blowing her off. It's not like the skank wouldn't understand your reason regardless.

"It's okay, Maya," Elizabeth mumbles to the floor, "I... I'll just disappear. I'll go away and never come back, and never trouble her again. It's what I deserve..."

...The fuck? The fuck is going on here? Why the hell had she given that dramatic a reply to this?

...Maybe it was just embarrassment? She wasn't the kind of huge skank she looked like, and just got lost in the moment? You still wouldn't forgive her for that, but if that was it, you'd at least stop calling the skank a skank.

You give Maya a questioning look, hoping she'd explain, because... Well, you were still pissed at the skank, but not to the point that you'd want her to die over this.

"I," Maya **** out through gritted teeth, "I, um, had hoped... Hoped to introduce her to you as a potential g, girlfriend... B, before I screwed up, but I stillhopeitworksout!"

...No, never mind, she could totally go off and die over this. Seriously? She came here to ask you out, then made out with your best friend instead? Seriously? She was the literal worst.

Except... Except, maybe she's what you deserved. You wanted to change your best friend into something she wasn't, to make her your girlfriend; this woman would make out with anyone at the drop of a hat, and probably cheat on you.

You give her another look. She was decently attractive, though she didn't know how to carry herself at all. She was smart, so she wouldn't drag you down. Her personality was the worst, but... Yeah, you don't deserve any better in that regards. So yeah, there wasn't a problem here.

You obviously, desperately needed a real girlfriend to take your mind off of Maya anyway, right? So you might as well just grab Ms. "Right Now". If you can put up with her skankiness, maybe she might even be Ms. "Sort Of Right".

"So..." You say after a moment, "Let me get this straight. You met Elizabeth in Ms. Devlin's office, somehow this turned to the topic of dating, you invited her back to our lounge, and then you started making out with her? And then you still decide that this is a great time to bring up the idea of us dating?"

...Yeah, maybe you should have just said yes, but you were kind of pissed about this still. Let the skank twist in the wind a bit first.

"It sounds bad..." Maya started to say, then shook her head, "No, it is bad, but... I pretty much **** Elizabeth into it, and I don't think that I could actually get her to talk to me again, so it's now or never. And I've been looking for a good girlfriend for you for years; I'd feel even worse if I just let this possibility die, even if I'm the absolute worst person for pushing ahead here."

Yeah, no, that was an obvious lie. Obviously, the skank had thrown herself at Maya - she just didn't recognize it because she'd never thought about women flirting with her. So now the skank had her feeling all guilty for having given in, and now Maya was feeling guilty for something that totally wasn't her fault.

But Maya was the kind of woman who would just blame herself more if you pointed that out, so... There wasn't much you could do about that, except be happy you finally had a girlfriend. However dubious the circumstances.

"You're not wrong," You say, and look over at the skank, "And honestly, I was thinking the same thing. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't misunderstanding the situation. Do you mind following me to my room for a minute, Elizabeth?"

You had... So many things to say to her. So many things that Maya shouldn't, couldn't hear. You didn't know how many of them you could actually say, before your words would blow up your first-ever relationship... But you wanted to get through at least a few of them regardless.

And whether you could or you couldn't? You at least wanted to get a good, thorough fucking. Because damn it, her and Maya had been hot.

"What?" The skank replied, head jerking upwards, "But you're cool and awesome and amazing, and I - I'm a total piece of shit! You should be furious with me right now!"

...Fuck, maybe this relationship would work out after all? You had a lot of aggression towards her to work out... But that could wait until you were in private.

"Maybe?" You answer, shrugging, "I agree that this is a pretty bad first impression, but I still don't know the first thing about you. And Ms. Devlin apparently has some weird thing going on with her office, so I wouldn't know if you'd have done something like this normally. So yeah, we should talk for a bit first. It's time I started getting more proactive with relationships anyway."

...Nah, fuck this. You were going to take her to your room, and bite her head off. And then, you were going to push her down, and have her eat you out.

Offering those last words as a sort-of explanation to Maya, you pull the skank down the hall so that you can have your way with her.