Louis, nerdy newspaper editor

A young man stands at the end of their table, looking...well, incredibly nerdy. He's got short-cropped brown hair, an awkward smile, and large glasses. He's even wearing an honest-to-God sweater vest over some short-sleeved shirt, and he's got a notebook and pencil in his hand.

"Yeah?" Anna asks curtly. "What do you want?"

"Well, um. Hi. Nice to meet you," the boy says, clearing his throat again. "My name's Louis...Louis Kern...and I'm the editor for this Bridge Institution's student paper this year. The Meretrix Monitor?" The girls all look at him blankly and he sighs. "Well, our first issue isn't out yet. You should look for it next week! But actually, well, that's what I'm here about..." He leans forward, smiling a bit more confidently now. "I'm writing a feature on Denise Mathers...you know, that girl who blackbanded on the first day? Since it happened so fast, and since she's the first girl to drop out in our class, I thought it'd be fun to write up a little profile of her. I heard that you all knew her, and I figured maybe I could get an interview for some background?"

"Don't you want to...interview Denise?" Claire asks uncertainly.

"Oh, I did! But you know blackbands...she kept getting distracted, and it can be hard to make out the details of what she was saying around the sound of my cock going in and out of her mouth." Claire flinches and looks down at the table. "It's always best to corroborate their accounts...and besides, I figure you all could tell me a bit about what she was like before she broke. Really heightens the dramatic arc of the piece if we have a clear idea of how far she's fallen, y'know? And you get a chance to get a female perspective in the record...which is, y'know, always good." He smiles around at them. "So, whattaya think? Anyone want to come with me and give a quick interview? It's a little loud in here, but there's a classroom nearby we can use...it'd be fun to see your name in the paper!"

{if Intellect > 65}A private interview, huh? Nat thinks dryly. Sounds...risky. Though maybe I could spin it to my advantage somehow...{endif}

"Oh, I know what we should do," Anna exclaims.