After narrowly escaping Toni's clutches in the hallway, you slip into the literature club room, hoping for a moment of peace. The room is dim, lined with bookshelves and scattered with desks, the faint smell of old parchment lingering in the air. You think you're alone... until you hear the soft creak of a chair. Crystal Bysher lounges in the corner, her dark blue bob framing her pale face, her amber eye glinting through the shadows. Her gothic outfit: a tight black top showing her cleavage and navel, mesh leggings, and knee-high boots, hugs her full figure, her plump butt shifting as she stands.

"Well, well,"she says, her gentle, raspy voice clear and composed."I didn't expect to see *you* waltz in here."She steps closer, too close, her invasive disposition immediately apparent as her firm breasts nearly brush against you. Her black lips curves into a knowing smile."I heard some *juicy* rumors about you,"she continues, her tone polite and laced with intrigue."And they just so happen to line up *perfectly* with a story I'm working on."

Before you can respond, she pulls a notebook from her bag, flipping it open to a page filled with her erotic writings."It's about a guy with... *unique* tastes of the rotten kind,"she explains, her eye meeting your gaze. She leans in even closer, her breath warm against your ear."Would you like to help me make it more *authentic*?"A loud growl sounds from her stomach, echoing off of the walls. Crystal doesn't flinch, her smile widening as she recognizes the impending bowel movement brewing in her guts.