Talk to Sarah

Getting your first look at Sarah, you groan, realizing just how close you came to having such a gorgeous girl living right next to you — and a nymphomaniac, on top of that!

Suddenly you remember that she is, in fact, a nympho, and as far as you know, she may still be off of her medication. You see that she is not presently engaged in conversation with anyone, so you make your way to her and try to strike up a conversation.

“Hi.... I’m Connor,” you say, rather uncreatively.

“Sarah,” she replies, shortly, but politely.

You stumble through some awkward icebreaker comments about the party, the weather, etc., and if you didn’t know better, there is nothing about her words or demeanor that suggests she has a condition that compels her to screw anyone with a dick. You wonder if her father looked into the medicine situation after realizing the housing assignment had been messed up, or whether she had yet to feel the effect of her medication wearing off.

“Did you go to many dances in high school?” you ask, searching for anything to prolong your time with her.

“Not many,” she replies. “My parents ran a pretty tight ship and didn’t like to let me out of their sight too much.”