Sarah is panicking

Sarah was feeling as if the ground was disappearing under her feet. If it was a dream, it was a nightmare. She grabbed her head, opening her eyes wide.

"No no, it shouldn't be like this, nothing makes sense... prostitution isn't supposed to be normal..." She mumbled to herself.

Claire looked at her, concerned.

"Are you okay ? You should take this day off... You don't seem well..." She told her.

"I'm not okay ! How is prostitution a normal thing ? Wouldn't men objectify us, with such behavior ?" Yelled Sarah.

Claire let a sigh of frustration.

"Of course, that's the downside, men think they can pay their way into our pants. But we don't have scholarship, like men do, and for pretty girls, it's a really well paid job. Not everyone have rich parents like us... Go home, now, you look like you're about to explode..."

Sarah calmed down, as a feminist, she ended in the worst place possible. Did she die and ended up in hell ? Why ?

"Yeah, you're right..." She said.

She then left the campus to go back to her appartment. She noticed, now, the girls in short attire, clearly trying to get attention from the boys. Some had lips surgicaly plumped or obviously big fake breasts. Hell...

At the door of her building, she crossed the path of an handsome guy who seemed stressed. He noticed her and stopped.

"Hey, you're Spencer's roommate, right ?" He asked.

"Yeah, why ?" Sarah answered, unsure where it would lead.

"Did you see a golden ring ?" He said, before noticing it on her finger. "Like that one !"

Sarah looked at it, she completely had forgotten about it.

"Can I get it back ?" He asked.