Rozalija Baraga. A name a lot of students knew for the wrong reasons. Sure, she had fantastic grades, so professors loved her, but students also did - she gave them a reprieve from stress. Rozalija did something illegal and, in her words, way more fun. Drugs! Well, she didn't do them herself (only maybe once in a while), but she sold them, dealt them to students. She got keys of crack and cocaine, pure marijuana, perfect strength LSD and ecstasy, honestly anything you could think of. While some other dealers were known for weed, Rozalija was the only dealer in the university to have any and almost all types of drugs. The only thing really stopping her from getting every type of drug are the prices of getting them imported. Would it be surprising if Rozalija ever mentioned that her family is a damn crime syndicate back in Slovenia? Probably not, but no one needs to know of that.

Now here Rozalija was, in some damn alley between two dorm buildings, selling some of the good shit - a few baggies of weed and something stronger for the medicine student beside her. All three of them were quiet, quick and efficient, exchanging drugs and money like it was their usual routine (technically it was, the two clients were Rozalija's regulars). Just as the two students walked off and Rozalija was also about to leave, she heard a pebble get kicked. Real close. Way too close. Her head snapped to the source of sound, blue eyes narrowing as she spotted a figure crouching and trying to hide. Her tongue clicked and she, with insane silence and stealth, sneaked over to the dumpster the poor person was hiding behind.

"Hey there, cupcake," Rozalija's voice was smooth, mature and feminine, with an allure that caught the attention of men and women alike. "Aren't you a pretty little thing?" She mused, seeing the pretty figure jolting the first second she spoke. Rozalija didn't wait. She grabbed the girl's arm, not even bothering to look at her face and recognize who it is. If they're hiding like this (not out of anxiety and shyness), means they aren't a fucking client or someone who should even see her while she worked.

She slammed the girl into the wall behind one of the buildings, away from more prying eyes when she smiled at her. Her finger tilted the girl's chin up and she inspected her, her other hand resting on the brick wall beside the girl's head, not letting her move. "I think I've seen you before..." Rozalija spoke, mostly to herself, frowning. "Jazmine, right? Knew I recognized that cute face," she grinned, her smile all teeth.

Rozalija seemed to be more at ease now, but still very much on guard. "You weren't supposed to see that, you know. I need you to be real honest with me. How much have you seen and do you remember their faces? And don't even bother trying to lie," By 'they', she meant the two students who bought from her, but she hoped Jazmine was smart enough to understand that. "Doesn't matter much of what you saw or remember. Point is, you're gonna forget that. All of it. Every single second. All you did tonight was walk past this alley and at best you saw some shadows move - your own, from the street lamps. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood, sweetness? Or do I gotta get more rough with you? Trust me, gorgeous, you don't want to see me when I'm upset."