At another room, a man tried to crawl away. However, other women dragged him back inside. It was not just the rooms. Down at the hall, I could see all...the women attacking the men, taking delight in their pain and futile resistance. It was not the playful kind either. Some women literally punched them across the face, kicked them in stomach, and even outright bit them. The entire mansion became drowned with the screams of pained men, and pleasured women. Several of the men stopped moving. She was stood with her feet crossed at the end of the bed wearing black leather shoes, white knee-high socks, a short pleated grey skirt, a tight white blouse that was stretched over her chest, her old school tie loosely hung around the collar of the blouse and her dark blonde hair was in pig tails. She even had a small backpack over her shoulder. “So, do I look like a good little girl?” She said in a childish tone, with a smile forming on her lips.“Definately, and I prefer that school uniform. He started running his hands over her back and pulled her closer. Carol put her leg behind his knee and pressed herself to his leg. She was not wearing underwear. He slowly put his hand on her ass and then his hand wandered to her braless breast. Carol was dancing nearly naked. She stayed with him for the next song and started planting soft kisses on his neck. He looked surprised but happy. After that dance they both came back to me standing at the bar. They both looked flushed and I could see. “Well, I figured if I was ever going to try and fit in with your friends I might as well go all out, huh? Even the little stuff,” I said. “I can respect that, just one question. Why Nightstorm?”“Uhm, well that was Fang’s idea. She thought I was too preppy for you. I had to prove her wrong.”“And Nightstorm is because he will rock you like a storm in the night!” My mind panicked. I thought her joke would be too obvious, but if Allura had noticed it, she ignored it. “Well, I think it’s.