Slip by Pei

The WAR council is meeting in a private study room behind the library. Pei stands at the door, wearing a false beard and doing her best impression of a boy. There's barely a ruffle as Raider, invisibly, slips in behind her. She doesn't notice a thing.

You watch. You wait. Eventually, after fifteen or twenty minutes have past, Pei begins to scratch her head. Shouldn't the meeting have finished up now? She gives it another five minutes, then opens the door of the study room to check it out. As soon as her back is turned, you sprint across the field to follow her in. You want to see what Raider's been up to in there.

Pei's eyes are wide. She's looking at the entire leadership council of WAR, tied up in a variety of interesting poses. Hanna, a flat-chested nerdy-looking girl with round glasses and frizzy red hair, is lying hogtied on the table with a ball-gag in her mouth and a well-spanked bottom. Isadora, an olive-skinned brunette with dark eyes and stern features, is strapped into an armchair with her legs spread wide and her panties on her head. Macey, a pugnacious blonde with sparkling green eyes and a skinny, tomboyish build, is stuck halfway out the window with clothespins on her nipples and her bottom wiggling outside. None of them look happy. Raider is taking pictures with his magic picture box.

"Hi," he says to Pei, looking up. "Who are you? A boy?"

"Um, yes..." Pei's slowly backing away. "Yes, I'm a boy... and I'll just be going now..."

You reach round and snatch the beard off her face. Raider blinks. "Wow, it's Pei," he says. "I didn't recognise you in your perfect disguise. Thanks, Daisy."

"Don't mention it."

"Anyway, Pei, since you're in WAR now, I guess I have to totally embarrass you as well. Are you ready?"

"WAR? What, uh, what's WAR?"

"Sorry, but that won't work. It's nothing personal. I just have to make sure that the girls in WAR get more embarrassed than anyone else in school, all the time. A matter of principle. You understand."

"No, wait! I... I quit!"

"I can't let you quit, Pei. Once you're in, you're in. Otherwise they'll all just quit whenever I came round to prank them, and then where would I be? I'm afraid that once you're in WAR, you're on my list for life. Hope you're ready for permanent humiliation."

"Isn't there something I can do? Can't we work this out?"

"I guess," says Raider, slowly, as if he's just working this out now, "I guess if you proved you were very, very sorry..."

"I'll do it! Anything!"

"But you'd have to make a magically binding promise that you were willing to do anything it takes, no matter what, to prove you were sorry. And I get to decide what it takes."

"Fine! I promise! I promise!"

"The contract is sealed!" Raider makes a mystic sigil in the air with his finger. The art of magical promises is one of the oldest sorceries there is, and the hardest to break. You guess Pei hasn't learned that in class yet. Hanna's trying to shout through her gag, and her eyes are furious, but she just can't seem to get the words out. Raider smirks.

"So, Pei," he says, "now that you're committed to doing anything I want, let's talk about what that is..."