Check out the teacher position while helping out Dahlia.

Crystal put a finger to her lip, tapping it idly, "What if we go check out the teacher position and help out Dahlia at the same time? Dahls, you know where this Professor is?"

"Room 69, 3nd floor-" She gasped, hand flying up to her mouth, "How did I know that?"

"Room 69, are you kidding me." Crystal rolled her eyes at Jenna, "Why are you still even surprised?"

"...good point."

"So. It's settled? We try the school?"

Heads nodded all around, except for Dahlia who looked panicked, "W-wait, we can't go see this guy if he's the one who..." she motioned down at her butt.

"We gotta get it out of you somehow Dahl."

"It's not even really bothering me anymore, I could probably..." She trailed off as the others stared at her, "...yeah ok, let's go."

One cab ride later, the five of them stood in front of perhaps the most stereotypical high school imaginable. Drab, square buildings, student archetypes milling about in groups, the only thing remarkable about it was how the school mascot seemed to pass by every two minutes on the dot, always walking the same direction.

"Probably a glitch. Alright Dahls, lead on to room 69."

"I... I can't... I have sex ed in room 312 with Mrs. Shoemaker... I'm so late, I have to go!" She dashed off without a backward glance, leaving the women gawking.

"What was that? Did her avatar overwhelm her?"

"Should we follow, or...?"

"Well, she's gone now. I can't exactly run in these heels. Let's go to the principals office, figure out that teachers position."

"Ev, why are you still wearing those? You should have changed back at my place!"

"They actually don't hurt but you have a good point. This isn't exactly an 'interview' dress."

Jess frowned as they reached the front office, "Wait, which of us is applying for the job?"

Dahlia paused outside room 312, taking a deep breath to calm herself, "What am I doing? I don't need to be here, this is a video game!" But she couldn't stop herself from pushing through the door and shamefully finding her seat under Mrs. Shoemakers judging gaze."Thank you for joining us Ms. Virgin. Maybe you still have a chance of living up to your name to an appropriate age, though considering your attendance record thus far I doubt it." The class tittered and Dahlia blushed, lowering herself into her seat.

"Eep!" She stood up again as the plug touched the seat before she did.

"Ms. Virgin! Sit down!"

Dahlia sunk down shamefully shivering as the plug pushed deeper. The teacher continued saying something outdated about relationships but the students weren't paying attention. The boys on either side of Dahlia leered at her discomfort, "You feelin alright 'miss Virgin'? Why don't ya lean back and relax? Take a load off..."

Dahlia quivered, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks from the humiliation and attention, but at the same time something stirred deep inside her...