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Esme stared dumbfounded at her. The sudden angry out burst, then half a hurricane, at this time of year, in this part of the country, localized entirely within their dorm room. And now just a very pissed roommate whose gaze was fiery enough to burn a hole through her skull. And whose exposed panties were wet enough to turn the Sahara into an ocean.

"I must have flashed half the campus by now! So you tell me what the hell is going on!" Madison took a few steps closer to her roommate and pointed at her accusingly. A sight that might have been more intimidating were it not for her panties on full display.

"How would I know? I've never seen anything like it."

"The ritual yesterday. What was it for?"

Now it was Esme's turn to turn red. "Nothing, it was just a dumb fake I found online."

"What was it for Esme?!" Maddie was right in front of her now and standing over Esme who desperately wanted to sink through the ground.

"It was called The Upskirt Curse."

"And after what I just showed you, you didn't think to mention you performed an upskirt curse on me?!"

"I didn't think it actually worked! And I didn't mean to do it on you."

"Why were you doing it at all?"

Esme pulled her blanket up, trying in vain to disappear behind it. "Because I thought it was hot."

"Seriously, you were gonna curse yourself just to live out your exhibitionist fantasies?!" Madison was starting to sound more exasperated than anything at this point.

"Hey, I don't think you have much right to judge me given you are practically gushing all over our floor." Esme said, trying to find some defense that wouldn't leave her completely humiliated. Well, more like dragging Madison down with her but still.

Madison looked down at her panties just in time to see a drop of her excitement run down her leg. "Stop looking at it!"

"Then stop flashing me!"

"I can't because of you!"

"Well cover up, it's hard to concentrate like this."

Madison was pretty tired from the emotional rollercoaster of today, so she did actually feel like sitting down. She went to her bed and sat down against the wall in the corner, covering herself with her blanket and effectively mirroring Esme. She was genuinely pretty scared, but didn't want to show it. Instead she watched the door. "If you could just keep your mind out of the gutter..."

"Well clearly I can't, because I was about to curse myself just to get my rocks off."

"Oh my god, my roommate is an idiot."

"Hey!" For once Esme didn't give a comeback. She also looked in front of her, thinking about the situation. As much as she thought it was hot, she did feel bad about it. Who could have imagined the ritual actually worked though. A lot calmer now, she tried to reassure Maddie. "Okay, if the ritual is real, maybe there is also a way to get rid of it."

Madison turned back to look at Esme. "Like what?"

"I don't know, maybe the post contains a removal ritual. Or maybe the person who posted it can tell use more. It's magic, there must be a way right?"

Maddie wasn't sure if she should get her hopes up, but what Esme was saying made sense. If there is a way to curse someone, there is probably a way to uncurse someone. "Let's hope so. Where should we start?"