No roommate yet

You open the door into a small foyer. A furnished living room opens on one side, while a small dining room opens on the other. A set of stairs leads upwards in front of you, and a narrow hallway extends further into the cottage. You glance quickly around, and are about to head upstairs when you hear a noise from the back of the cottage. You consider calling out, but then close your mouth, deciding to explore in silence.

One of the many habits you've developed over the years is to check out people as much as possible before you interact with them directly. You're not particularly smart when it comes to math or science, but you have a gift for reading people that seldom lets you down. For example, you've already determined that Diana Naylor is not as reserved as she pretends, you bet if you could ever get between her legs she'd be a wild ride. She'd also be a lot more manageable... pushing aside that thought for later, you turn your attention to the matter at hand. If that is your roommate back there, you'd like to get a look at him before you introduce yourself.

Leaving your case at the foot of the stairs you slip your shoes off and carefully and silently walk down the hallway. You hear nothing further and when you reach the end of the hallway you find it opens into a small but well designed kitchen, with an archway to one side and a open door to the other which seems to lead to a pantry. A window stands partially open, the curtain waving gently in the breeze. That was probably the source of the noise, you think with a shrug, turning back to get your case.

This has been a good day. You passed your first test with the Headmistress, and picked up $25 g's in tax free income as well as a fuck toy to play with. Your cock stiffens in your pants as you remember what that blonde looked like lying on the desk and begging you to bang her; you might have to pay Tamara a visit before Friday. "Not bad at all Mr. Sharp, not bad at all." You say aloud, in part to get used to your new name.