<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Basement<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Angel, Riley, Olivia, Suzanne<br/><hr/><br/>This was it, the excitement she'd been searching for. It had been terrifying and exhilirating and now her body was telling her no more of this kind of thing and her beautiful hair was slimed, but addiction didn't listen to reason. She had never wielded a paddle before but leaned into the compliment with a cricket swish. "My, that was really<em>something else. </em>I'm fine- but I'm going to need a shower after that." But they weren't all fine. Angel had taken a conk to the noggin. "Hey, how're you doing? I think maybe it's time we went back upstairs." Mid-thought she paused on Olivia and Suzanne. "How did you... how did you two get down here?"<br/><br/>There was a bigger story than the literal underground sorority BDSM ring developing. Lakresha retrieved her phone and quietly closed that particular door. She'd come back to it later, maybe. A spectacular episode of Black Cat Crossing developed in her mind as she snapped a picture of the sprawled mannequin and glowing green heart. The sin would be that this brush with horror would be side dressing, anecdotal to her interest in people. Magical people. Lakresha almost snagged a picture of Riley, but Riley was slimed, too. Better not. There was going to be a rush on the showers.<br/><br/>"That was all magic, right? I think we can agree, that was paranormal."