Yeah. I have all my bases covered. Let's do it!

You check the hall to make sure no one is around, and go back to her room. You knock.

"Hey Shannon, I remember what I wanted to ask you. It's important."

You hear her groan through the door. After a few moments, she cracks open the door giving you a **** glare, she's dressed properly this time, with her usual frumpy sweater. "What? It better be important."

You write while you bluff. "Hey, uh yeah... I saw something you should probably investigate--"

H Cups Implants. The text flashes red. While she listens to your blather you hear a low gurgling noise. Her breasts shake and swell, shimmying under her sweater as cup sizes pile on to her. You lose your train of thought and stop talking.

"Well?" she says.

"Uh..." Your eyes droop to her chest.

She rolled her eyes. "Please tell me your 'important business' wasn't to stare at my tits."

"No, it's just... looking at you makes me lose my train of thought."

She laughs. "Seriously? Anyway. You go back to your room and figure it out. Write it down next time."

Shannon closes the door-- not slamming it this time.

You can't help but smile on your way back to your room. She didn't suspect a thing.

To be continued.