The truth

"This drunk tried to **** me!" the brunette squalls before you can respond. The older woman looks at her dispassionately, then glances at you with equal indifference.

"Be quiet Valerie," she says firmly, before turning her full attention on you. "And you are?"

"Mason Carter. And you would be Ms. Naylor, I presume."

"You presume correctly. Step into my office. You can let Valerie go now. You too Valerie, into my office. The rest of you wait out here."

She points you through an open door and an outer office where the other three girls take seats, gesturing to an inner office.

"Take a seat," she says curtly, sitting behind a formidable looking desk. "Mr. Carter?"

"He tried to **** me! All of us!" Valerie blurts.

"I told you to be quiet Valerie." Ms. Naylor says with steel in her voice that silences the brunette. She nods at you to continue.

"I was looking for your office. I went down the hall to the left and heard a sound. I opened the door to investigate and possibly ask directions and I came upon two girls engaged in sexual activity, while two others watched. This one, Valerie, was giving instructions and urging them on. She said something about letting them join a club for being so obedient."

"That's a lie! We were just talking and he came in and pulled out his...his thing and told us we had to....had to...." she breaks down in sobs.