He acts normal

"Actually, no, I haven't. Nice to meet you, Miss Fulton." He holds out his hand in a friendly manner and shakes hers gently. You think you see her blush for a second, just like she did when you thrust your cock between her wet lips. Or was her face still flushed from the excitement of fucking you? No, she's clearly flirting with him, you think with a sudden spurt of jealousy. How dare she? Your stomach tugs and you feel your pulse race. You clench your fists and try to stay calm. "Come on, Mason." You think to yourself. "She clearly is a slut. Who else would fuck a guy they just met?"

You take a deep breath. "Anyhow.." you disrupt their conversation, "I should get going. Still have some things to check and some plans to make. See you both later." You step out of the bathroom in haste and leave the building. Without a direction in mind, you just keep walking until you find yourself standing in front of the Roscoe-Williams Arts Pavilion. You decide to explore and hearing the sounds of a guitar, make your way towards the sound.

In a dimly lit music studio you find a young, chubby girl and a striking black haired woman with full sleeve tattoos. You peer through a half open door, watching the tattooed woman correcting the fingering of the girl, and praising her when she gets it right. You watch for a while before turning to leave, walking away down the hallway.

"Hey there! Wait a second," a voice calls, making you turn on your heels to see the tattooed woman walking up to you. "Mr. Carter, right? I met your roommate last night. Nice to meet you. It's Christina Thorpe." You shake her hand and enjoy the flowery scent of her. Exchanging a few minutes of small talk you find yourself wondering if she more tattoos, and where they might be, and what the chances are of finding out. You mentally scold yourself before departing with a smile.