You are molested, but unharmed.

You walk down the halls with your eyes firmly locked at your feet. After all, if you can't see any of the sexy, spooky sluts walking around uninhibited and unrestrained, then you can't die of a heart attack or get a hard on so hungry it tears right through your panties. Unfortunately, it also means you can't see where you are going, and you walk smack dab into someone turning the corner. You feel like you hit a solid wall, with some surprising cushion surrounding your head.

"Hey! Watch where you're walking, suckup!" You look up and see that you are trapped between the deep melon sized blue breasts of an at least eight foot oni. She snarls down at you with thick pierced lips and a red mohawk and side fade setting of her single horn nicely. She has a heavy jaw and broad features, but they suit her bad butch aesthetic. You get the strangest fear that she is going to give you a wedgie, and an even stranger fear you will like it. She pushes you back against a locker with one massive, clawed hand and you see a heavy iron club in the other. You know you should be terrified, but you are too distracted by how well she fills out her tiger pelt loin cloth.

She leans in and smiles showing off her thick tusks and fangs and scoffs,"You're enjoying this...aren't you? Akumas but you half bloods sure are weird. Too much twatter is what I think does it. But it's cool. I'm a sucker for bully bait. Let me walk you to your room. I'll keep you safe...mostly because I want to save you for myself when I'm really starving for some heart."

You nod nervously, mumbling, "Yes, please. I mean...about walking...not necessarily about eating my heart. I'm in room 101." You blush bright pink as she wraps her hand around your neck and walks you down the halls. You feel like you are going steady, with this built beauty giving every creature that so much as glances your way a low growl that makes your tail drool. An attractive arachnymph, a beguiling beauty with eight legs and abdomen sticking out of their back, nude save for a spider web bodysuit that leaves nothing to the imagination licks her lips when she sees you, but skitters away when your new 'girlfriend' grrss at her.

"Watch out for them eight leggers, they just wanna fill you with their babies. Oh, almost forgot, I'm Yoko." She smiles and looks almost friendly, fangs and all. Then a cutie that looks like a blow up doll filled with eels blows you a kiss and gives you a peek of the tentacles writhing within her. Yoko yells, "Fuck of, N'yarli! I saw her first and I'll tie you into knots." The eldritch whorror slithers off and you continue towards your room.

"Thanks for looking out for me. I'm Jordan." You smile up at her and this time she is the one blushing. You pull a hand to your mouth to stifle a giggle and feel an odd sense of accomplishment. It is short lived, as a smoking hottie catches your eye, literally as she is a shefreet, a rare female fire elemental with huge...curvy...horns, flaming, again literally, red hair, and a scorching body, complete with crack marks in her shiny obsidian skin. She wears nothing but a smile, and she doesn't scare off even when Yoko grimaces at her.

"Keep an eye out for old Allie there. She's a real sick twist...and that's coming from me!" Yoko sounds almost scared of the jinn, or is that just jealousy in her voice. You can't help but be excited. Even in your wildest, weirdest wet day dreams, you never imagined so many beautiful women would be so interested in little old you. You feel wanted...desired...hungered for...and it makes you feel...dizzyingly...drippingly... delicious.

Still, you know they really just want to treat you like a piece of gum to chew up and stick under a desk when your flavor runs out. The thought of it makes you feel so sticky and sweet, but it also scares you how tempting they make it sound. You know from your research that monster girls share one trait across all classes and types...they can all willingly offer their hearts to a lover, yes, again literally. If you let one of these girls eat your heart, it will live on in them. You'll survive, but you'll also be a **** to them...soul bound for life...and beyond. You wish it didn't sound so damned romantic, because you doubt it works out in real life as well as it does in the dirty comics you read online.

"Well...we're here." Yoko blushes again as she runs her hand through her hair and strokes her horn as she waits for you to invite her in. You squirm shyly but don't say anything. She thankfully takes the hint and sighs, "Yeaaaaah. Well, I'm in room 204 if you ever want me to bully you. I hope I see ya around." She leaves you standing outside of your room. You are half relieved, half regretting you let her walk away instead of letting her mangle you and your slime girl roomie, but you realize it's safer to get your bearings with something safer like a slime, before you tackle something as wild and wonderful as Yoko.

You knock and await for Sally to open the door and hope she will be friendly...