He summarizes the situation as he sees it.

Mason shuts the door and takes a seat in the living room, gesturing you to another chair.

"We're going to keep our mouths shut and see what else we can find out. Quietly. These are the daughters of rich and powerful people, and if this society or whatever it is has been around for years, it's a good bet that some of their mothers were part of it too. They'd destroy us it keep it covered up. Hell they'd do that just to protect their slutty daughters. Right now all we have is some weird ceremony and a bunch of girls munching carpet."

"So how are we going to find anything out?"

"That place had to be built, and it wasn't build by schoolgirls. I'm going to do some research, see what I can find about the construction of this place. It wasn't built when the school was founded either. The walls were concrete, and way above the construction techniques of the 1800s. There's got to be information about it somewhere. I looked up some books in the library, but there wasn't much there. One book that seemed like it might have information was missing. And missing from other libraries, according to that mousy librarian. I'm going to look a little harder."

"We could search the place. See what's down there." you say with a nod.

"We could. But we can't be seen going in or that will blow the deal. It would have to be at night. And when we're sure no one else is there. And we should keep our ears open. If I'm right and the red robes and the lizard costume are teachers, maybe we'll hear something in conversation. Nothing obvious, but maybe a hint."

"Do you think this shit has anything to do with what that reporter was telling us?"

He sits back and steeples his fingers, looking at the ceiling as he thinks. "I don't know. Maybe. It's worth checking out. Let's look up some old newspaper stories and see what we can learn."

"I said I'd talk to Holly. I could see if she knows anything," you say.

"You can't bring this up to her. Not yet anyway. Not in detail. If she starts sniffing around about an underground secret lesbian club the shit will hit the fan in a big way."

"I think I could be subtle. Find out what she knows without giving up information."

"Not to insult you, but she's a trained reporter. She's probably way better than you at getting information out of a conversation. I'm not telling you not to talk to her, but don't expect much. And don't give up what you saw tonight. I know you want to get in her pants, but be careful." He grins at you, and you smile and nod in return.

"We have a better chance of getting information out of some of those girls," he continues. "Megan is going to try to keep me distracted, and she's said she'll bring a friend. Between the two of us, maybe we can get something from them while they're fucking us. It should be fun to try anyway. Megan fucks like a mink," he smiles in recollection.

"You think we should talk to Darnell and Kyle? Maybe they've picked up hints. Chanel said she fucked Darnell to distract him. Maybe he's got some ideas."

"Let's wait a while on that. I'd rather have something pretty solid before I brought anyone else into the loop." He suddenly yawns deeply, stretching his arms. "I've gotta get some sleep. I'm too old to be fucking all day and playing spy all night without getting some rest. Let's talk more tomorrow," he says as he gets up and starts for the stairs.