You remember some fun, and you see an artist.

You finish lunch and leave the dining hall, deciding to take a stroll before your afternoon class. You walk past the cottages and the sports and arts buildings until you reach the lake. You're not much for scenery, but it is pretty, a little blue jewel bounded by placid looking woods. Looking back, you can see the upper floor of the main building over the trees.

It was about here that you found Chanel and her friends drinking and partying in anticipation of the arrival of the boys from Hamilton. You smile, remembering how you took advantage of the situation to rape Chanel, and the confusion it caused her and her friends. You've given her a bit of time since you harassed her with a little 'gift' and it's probably a good idea to give her something new to stress about.

Given enough pressure, everybody cracks. And a rich, entitled cunt like Chanel should crack easier than most. You've already had some fun with her body, willing or not, and you intend to have more before you're done. And if you wind up throwing her, or any of these other spoiled and wealthy sluts, to the wolves of Vinnie Mags for their entertainment, that's her problem. Smiling cruelly, you turn back to the lake.

You notice that someone else has come down to the water. A short distance along the shoreline, partly screened by some bushes, a student sits cross legged, sketching on a pad. She looks Asian, but she certainly isn't Tamiko.