See what's up with Ariel

"I think we should give her a hand," you tell Rebecca.

She glances nervously at her pile of clothes, but you suppose you've built up enough trust with her by now that she'll go along with your plan. For now.

You fiddle with the janitor's keys, and after trying a few promising models, you manage to unlock the office door.

"Quick, both of you come in here," Ariel says with not so much as a "hi" or even a "thank you."

You and Rebecca enter the office, and Ariel quickly closes the door behind you.

"Where's your shirt?" Rebecca asks.

"Fuckers," Ariel says, trying to keep her hair covering her medium-sized boobs. Disappointingly, you catch a flash of bra strap as she moves around. "Took my fucking shirt."

"Okay, so why are we in the office?" you ask, confused and now starting to get a little worried.

"Listen, Rachel needs your help," she says, looking you dead in the eyes. Your heart skips a beat, and you wonder what Madison and her crew would do to her. You had an electric thrill forcing her to submit after you caught her fingering herself in the shower, but you don't want any real harm to come to her.

"Where is she?" you ask.

"They put her in there," Ariel says, pointing to one of the doors further within the office. "And she asked specifically for you."