Well now you have to know

Honestly up until this point you've been operating almost entirely on a sort of curiosity inertia, not really caring what you find at the end. But that underdressed student said something that completely changed everything.

She said your name.

"Professor Doe."

You are not and have never been a professor - you work at Cash Inc.! In a middling job! And even if you were a professor you'd never have been able to get a string of slutty students (apparently) offering you group sex in return for... well, anything! You'd get fired in moments!

You have to know. Something tells you the crackling sound is the source of all this... weirdness. You suspect things will get stranger before the end.

At least the rest of your day was normal. That's a comfort.