Your next victim finds you.

You wake up the next morning, stretching your arms, and then your jaw with a wide yawn. Over the course of yesterday, you heard words and pictures spread about your victims naked humiliation. Your name wasn't mentioned as often as you would've liked, causing you to make a mental note to pay the young woman another visit. Now, however, it is time for breakfast.

You slip on a pair of plain black panties, and a padded black bra, covering them with a Sami Zayn T-shirt, and a pair of torn up jean shorts. You take an extra second to make sure your belt is cinched tight, before heading out the door. An early fall chill sits in the morning air, making you wish you brought a coat, and glad you're wearing a padded bra. You slip into the cafeteria, grab some cereal and a banana, and find your way to an empty table toward the front door.

You take your time eating breakfast, the fog of just having woken up still hanging over you. You're suddenly shaken from your trance like state by the feeling of two hands reaching down the back of your pants, and yanking your panties upward. You let out a pained shriek, as the attacker holds you up for a few second, before dropping you. You spin around to see a curvy blonde Junior grinning at you, as three of her friends stand behind her laughing.

"Welcome to HSU, fresh meat." She turns and walks away, as you sit with your underwear wedged in your ass, not willing to give anyone the satisfaction of an undignified attempt to fix them. You simply glare at the woman, memorizing her face, knowing that this is a turning point in your early college career.