Esther shuddered as the power went through her.  It was like listening to a drum behind the veil of the world, beat only once.  The fact it came from her left her feeling pleasantly sordid, various places tingling all over her body in pleasing ways.  When she looked up, she knew she'd done something, even though she wasn't sure what.<br/><br/>The drama that unfolded was as sudden.. and as satisfying, as she had hoped.  Instantly, both Cynthia and the new girl, Leila, seemed to respect her, if only because Dorothea was now absolutely revolting.  She watched as Dorothea's fragile, infantile little world shattered in the space of two breaths, and she ran off into the bathroom.  But the satisfaction of this was being replaced with something else.<br/><br/>Esther was jaded about sex, but only because she'd seen the drama it caused.  The extensive, life devastating drama it had caused for her and her mother.  Even so, she was open-minded about pleasure itself, and had her share of strange thoughts.  But the fact she was thinking them now, and that they were so strong, was more horrifying by far than anything she had experienced in the last 24 hours.  It felt like all she wanted to do in the world was follow that shallow, crying, pathetic little girl into the bathroom and dominate her.  To teach her the price of insulting someone who literally could have anything she wanted.  To watch her weep uncontrollably as Esther forced her mouth on her..<br/><br/>Her mind fought back, saying what she<em>wanted</em>was to have Cynthia's respect, and for Dorothea to be completely and utterly alone.  Rushing in after her and.. and ravaging her cheap clothes so she'd know how it felt, to leave her on the floor of the bathroom in rags with her fellow grime after she used her like a.. no!  No!!  That wouldn't help what she wanted to happen!  That would only make her a skank along with her!  She was better than that!  Forget Cynthia!  Esther didn't want to disappoint<em>herself</em>by giving in to this!<br/><br/>(Esther rolled 2d10 for [Afraid of Disappointing Herself] to resist the temptation of going after Dorothea.  Result: 2, 9)<br/>(Esther also rolled 1d12 to [Give Right In], which is what she is contesting to remain sane!  Oh, brother!  Result: 3)<br/><br/>Esther felt like she had to wrench herself away from the desire to give pursuit.  She imagined she looked fairly odd to the other two just then, spacing out and obviously a little flushed, with either desire or embarrassment.  She quickly fell into a roll, one where she was still mostly in control, but it was hard to maintain.  She really did want to go in and leave Dorothea a blithering, tattered mess.  This was a good dress, dammit!  But she decided she reaaaalllyy needed to find Billy.  With a quick wave and a "Be seeing you," she left Cynthia and Leila, and went to look for him.<br/><br/>The sense of triumphing over temptation was over-shadowed by the lingering sense that something was incredibly wrong.<br/><br/>(...what, you thought she made her roll?  Haha!)<br/><br/>Esther prowled the halls curiously, her mind constantly going back to Dorothea, who was likely still crying alone in the bathroom.  She wasn't yet wise enough to discern the patterns of thought that made one logically give into temptation.  Cynthia wasn't going to be there anymore.  Neither was Leila.  In fact, classes would be starting soon, so very few people would be there.  And really, if she wasn't going to get caught..  she realized with a start and a sneer that she wasn't the least bit worried about disappointing herself.  Only in others being disappointed with her.  Actually, not even that far!  She was only worried about Cynthia being disappointed with her, enough so that she went back to not listening to her.  Cynthia could be great.  Even though they were selfish reasons, Esther wanted to help her, and for that, she needed at least a little of her respect.<br/><br/>But as for Dorothea.. Hell with it!  Esther was angry!  And there was something truly, insidiously captivating about how her tears would feel on her skin.  She rounded another corner and there was the entrance to the ladies room.  She burst into it, and found it empty except for some sobbing from the stall.  She sneered broadly, and kicked a stopper into the door, making just enough to a noise that the sobbing stopped for a moment, listening.  Esther walked, letting her shoes click loudly against the floor, until she was standing in front of the stall, just far enough back that Dorothea wouldn't have been able to see her feet from a sitting position.  It was a long moment before Esther spoke, letting the suspense build to acceptable levels.<br/><br/>"Dorothea."  Esther said, her voice a character study in icy rage.  "I wasn't done with you."<br/><br/>The sobbing began to start again, and Esther forced down a laugh.