A search. And a request.

You have time before your first class and decide to go for a walk to mentally prepare. As you walk north you see a group of girls come out of the Mellon Building, chattering among themselves. You recognise Chanel and Rose, and the sight of them brings back a memory of the paper you found in their room, the paper that Donna Considine suggested was a book code. You watch the girls head towards the main building before entering the Mellon Building and striding up the stairs to the second floor.

You find the hallway empty and walk down it to Chanel and Rose's room, opening the door and stepping inside. Going to Chanel's bookshelf you quickly find 'The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories by H.P. Lovecraft', the book the note fell out of. Looking at Rose's bookshelf, you see an identical copy there and pick it up, flipping through it but finding no note slipped inside. Shrugging, you put Chanel's copy in your pocket and glance around the room. It's a cluttered mess, the beds unmade and clothing scattered on the floor. You smile as you think back to Josefina's comment that some of the girls are terribly messy, and see the truth of her statement.

Shaking your head, you step towards the door, only to see it open and Josefina step into the room, stopping with a surprised gasp as she sees you.

"Hola senor!" she says in surprise. "You startled me. I did not expect...."

"I was checking on something I heard about the girls in this room," you say, improvising on the spot. "They have a history of troublemaking, as you may know."

"Si Senor. Señoritas Rose and Chanel, they are...how you say? Very bold girls."

"Perhaps too bold Josefina. Do they treat you well?"

"Senor?"

"Are they nice to you?"

"Dos perras," she says scornfully. "Among the worst."

"So you don't need to tell them you saw me here, do you Josefina?" you say with a smile.

She looks at you carefully, her eyes speculative. "You are the Dean. You have a right to be here. Am I not right?"

"You are. But sometimes it is better to gather all the information before taking steps. Do you understand?"

She looks at you carefully, shutting the door behind her and leaning on it. "You wish me to be silent. I have no love for these two bitches. They treat me like a ****. If you hurt them it pleases me. I will be silent."

"Thank you Josefina, that is very helpful," you smile gratefully at her.

"You could fuck them too," she says coldly. "They are putas, whores. They have money but they are still putas. I hope you hurt them."

You look at her curiously, a bit surprised at the vehemence of her words. You're not surprised that some of these spoiled rich girls are callous towards those they feel inferior, but Josefina's anger seems very personal.

"What did they do to you Josefina?" you ask, your voice soft and careful. "I know they are arrogant brats, but you seem angrier than I would expect."

"There was a boy. Last year. A boy who helped in the kitchen. They wanted him, these two, and they lured him with their words and their bodies and they fucked him, used him. And when they were done they reported him to La Migra. And he was deported. And the bitches laughed when they took him away. Took him away sobbing, in handcuffs. He was my cousin senor. I hope you kill these bitches."

She steps towards you, her eyes liquid and deep. Standing before you, her body swaying gently, she reaches a hand out and touches your cheek. "Do this for me vato! Destroy these perras! Fuck me, and ruin them!" she breathes, smiling fiercely at you as she wraps her fingers behind your neck and pulls your head down into a ravenous kiss.