She can't stay here, sneak out!

As quietly as she could, Emily got to her feet. All the other members of the art club were on the ground, either fucking or eating pussy. The whole room echoed with sounds of lust and debauchery. As quietly as she could manage with heels, she edged her way to the door. Emily watched in horror as her normally boring art club descended into an orgy.

Emily froze as there was an abrupt shuffling of people. The students began grabbing each other into larger groups. She saw three girls, usually perfectly normal people, were engaged in a lesbian three-way. Two of the girls had their faces buried in the pussy and ass of the third. They were licking away while the girl on top grinded her hips back and forth. One of the two boys was on the ground, while four girls were on all fours around him. The four females were gathered around his dick and they were all licking it. It almost looked like a flower, and the thought made Emily's stomach turn. The couple at the front of the room that had started the whole mess were still going at it, with the addition of another girl that was licking the boy's ass. Far from being disgusted, he groaned even louder as she went to work.

The goth girl stared on with wide eyes as the debauched chaos unfolded. Then she realized that she was still in the room with them. She gulped and continued shuffling. Bit by bit, she approached the door. When she made it, her hand waved in the air after the latch for a few moments before finding it. As quietly as she could, she pulled the latch down, stepped out, and slammed it behind her.

Once the door was closed, Emily leaned her back against it and took a deep breath. That escalated FAST. One second they were painting, the next everyone was naked and knee-deep in an orgy. That orb was for real, and there was no telling what else his powers could do. As part of her goth persona, Emily studied things like magic and the occult. She had learned about all manner of supernatural entities. There were ways to defeat them, if one knew what to do.

Emily glanced down the hallway, left and right. It depended on what she thought that orb was. It could be an evil spirit, in which case the unofficial occult club could probably dispel it. Then again, it could be a demon. It WAS obsessed with sex. If it truly was a demon, the Catholic club usually had a priest visit. He might know something, or he might even be able to perform an exorcism. It all depended on what Emily thought the orb was.