You have some thoughts

As you stroll to the dining hall your mind muses over the events of the day. You're still bemused by Margot's surprising lust to be fucked in gardening shed, and though you smile quietly at the happy memory of pounding her tight teen pussy, you're at a loss to understand her sudden interest in you.

You had never spoken to her before, never seen her before the first orientation meeting when Dean Hawkfeather clipped off her tie, and only seen her since standing on the quad in a group that included Chanel Vallon.

That memory makes you pause, your mind whirling quickly, trying to put pieces together. Margot is friends with Chanel. Chanel is part of whatever White Briary is. White Briary's temple or clubhouse is reached through a secret door in the back of the clubhouse. Margot shows up as you're looking in the garden shed and quickly seduces you. Was it a distraction? Was she part of White Briary. Had she been one of the white robed and hooded acolytes that took part in the ceremony you witnessed? Perhaps one of those who guided the massive dildo into Chanel's cunt? Had she been worried that you might find the secret door and fucked you to keep you occupied?

As you enter the dining hall and start to fill your plate at the buffet line you shake your head, trying to puzzle over what you know and try to guess at what you don't know.