You are put in charge of the Vixen Victim, Abigail.

"Well, it sounds like you are finally starting to set healthy boundaries, Amy." Principal Jacqueline congratulates you after you lay out how Polly revealed himself to be a predatory infector and how you laid her out. "Though next time I reccomend you setting those boundaries before someone straps you to fuck furniture. Honestly, I worry more about your guilt than your malice. You need to learn that some people feed on guilt and spit out poison. In fact, I think for your final test, we can assign you our most dangerous disease vector we have..." Prinicpal Jacqueline pauses for effect as if you weren't literally on the edge of your seat, hanging off her every word. "Abigail!"

You look over and the lovely little lady gives you a smile like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. You can't believe your ears. Sure, Abigail is as slutty as they come, but she hardly seems predatory. "Don't look so shocked. You just a shy little sweetie, and you infected six in one night. You don't have to be diabolical to be dangerous. Sometimes the Vixen Victims, the submissive sluts begging to be bullied infect far more than the intentionally infectious ones. So keep an eye on Abigail. If you can reach her, then there's no need to worry about you being a Vixen Victim yourself." The principal finishes her pronouncement, making it clear the matter is not up for debate by having you escorted out of her office by the security officers hovering behind you.

You see Polly being dragged into the office after you, kicking and cursing, "Fuck you tofurkey bacon fucks! Do you know who my daddy is?! I'll have your dicks for dildos! Literally! I'll rip your fuck-hey! Amy! Will you tell these assholes it was all a funny game we were playing? You owe me, remember?!" Polly stares at you doing her best impression of a human being trying to appear sympathetic. You give her a one finger answer in reply. She spits out a string of curses too foul to repeat and you leave her to her fate. You will always owe her a debt, but you can carry that weight better than the chains she'd bind you with.

The guards show you to your dorm, and to your surprise, Abigail's stuff is already moved in. They leave you with her, and you are already wondering how you'll keep her out of trouble. She is definitely prone to trouble, and after she watched Polly **** you and didn't lift a finger to help, you know you can't trust her one bit. Somehow, you can't stay mad at her. Maybe it's because she shows absolutely no remorse, as if she doesn't realize she did anything wrong in the first place. Maybe it's because she sounds so excited to room with you. Maybe it's because her breasts are as big as her head and her ass is almost as large and both are bouncing beautifully as she giggles and jiggles, "Hee Hee! Oh my Gawd! We are gonna have so much fun as roomies! I hope you like blowjobs cuz I am always just gagging for them. Well not literally, thank God. Tee hee!".

Abigail shoots you a wink in case you missed her single entendre. After your long day, you aren't exactly sure if you are in the mood to fool around with a Vixen Victim, if that is indeed what Abigail is. You wonder if they weren't too quick to put a label on her, and if maybe the truth is more complex, more messy. Of course, if they are wrong about Abigail, they could be wrong about you. That's a tempting tack to to take, but you remind yourself to set those boundaries. Abigail seems to sense your hesitancy, if only because you might be the first bimboi that didn't jump at the first offer of a blowjob. She sighs, "Aww...I thought you were 'sposed to be fun. You let all your other victims play with you from what I heard. Don't you want to play with me?"

Abigail sighs performatively, snapping the last remaining button on her blouse letting her breasts spill free. Her thick lips form an "O" of mock surprise that makes her look even more like a blowup doll. You feel insulted with what an easy mark she seems to think you are. Or is she just an honest to goodness airhead doing what comes naturally to her? You are trying to improve on your ability to read people, but lately it's like trying to translate everything from a foreign language. With Abigail, that language is all tongue, and you are struggling to keep up.

Your instinct isn's muddy. It is begging you to fuck the bubbly bimboi's tits, mouth, and ass, but not necessarily in that order. You see something in her deeper than desire, but that might be just another perverse pantomime. Maybe the best way to find out is to 'explore' more hands on, but you risk Abigail getting the upper hand.