Approach the help desk

As you approach the help desk, you feel as if you are intruding upon something, but you're not sure what it is. You glance down and notice a sign on the desk — a sign you're certain wasn't there earlier — which states “On Break, Please Come Back Later.”

In an instant, as if time had mysteriously jumped, you find yourself walking down rows of bookshelves deep within the library. You remember nothing about what just happened - how you got here, what happened at the desk — but for some reason, you don’t really care. You notice that the books on either side of you fall within the genre of your class, Medieval Demonology. Well, you found your way there — with or without that librarian’s help.

Now to locate that book! You pull up a piece of paper with its title and index number, and then you scan up and down the many book shelves, getting a sense of where you are in the catalog.

THUD!

You turn around to see a book laying on the floor, having just fallen off the shelf. You walk over, pick it up, and inspect it. It looks old - far older than the other books you’ve seen, most of which seem pretty antiquated. You notice two carved wooden covers bound by creepy, claw-shaped leather. Carved into the surface and painted gold, you see a scene both ornate and provocative: a woman, completely nude kneels before you, her body glimmering. In dark relief, small imp-like creatures surround her, nipping at her legs and licking at her skin. One of the creatures has its head buried deep into her crotch, with its claws clenched around her thighs pushing itself up into her further. Her breasts are cupped by two large hands attached to arms that extend around her, revealing a dark, demonic figure with horns and immense bat-like wings. The figure’s powerful frame towers over her, and in one hand it clasps a golden chain that attaches to her neck. In the other hand: a whip. Something about the woman catches your eye — either her perfect physical proportions, or her alluring expression, or maybe her dire state of bondage. She's about to overtaken, on the verge of some unholy orgy.

You look up and over your shoulder to see if anyone is watching you. No one appears to be nearby. This isn't exactly the kind of literature you were expecting to be reading at the university. You glance over at the shelf, from where the book must have fallen loose. You attempt to return it back to its spot. Then you see them: yellow, mischievous eyes peering back at you through the gap in the row where the book fell from. Someone’s been watching you!

When your eyes meet, whoever — whatever — it is, chuckles and then scurries away down the aisle.

Just then, you hear the sounds of a female moaning — the only sound reverberating throughout the library. Is someone in distress? No, that can’t be it. They aren’t sounds of pain… They are much too tender, and regular. Whoever it is might be enjoying something? It’s coming from behind you, at the help desk.