Someone pays you a visit.

Sound asleep and safely embedded in the world of dreams you dream of events of the last couple of days. Again you're being chased around by various women wanting to **** you to kneel and submit to them. The police officers chase you in their police car. Prof. Torres try to trap you in class. Even a few women you've never seen before feature in the mix, a statuesque blond, a rough looking girl with a mohawk and even some redhead.

The sound a key in a lock rustling around as the lock snaps open wakes you up and you look around dazedly, dreams forgotten. The guest room Miss Andrews put you in is still dark and it's obviously dark outside, the only source of light coming from the door as it opens, creaking softly.

You make out a silhouette of a woman standing by the door and as you're watching the woman steps into the room, shutting the door behind her, pitching the room into darkness. Moments later a clicking noise rings out and the lights flicker on, illuminating the room.

Standing before you is one of the delightful women of the household, but it takes a moment for your sleep addled mind to make out who..