Where ravaging tentacles explore the female student body
The science lab is dark and strangely forbidding. Indecipherable machines line the walls and you look around with wonder. This is another world from the bunsen burners and retorts of your own school memories. It seems more as though you have wandered into a secret government facility or the lair of a mad genius. Surely all this equipment is not necessary to teach schoolgirls the rudiments of scientific principles? Several of the machines bear a prominent logo that reads N.I.C.E. They don't look especially 'nice' contraptions to you, so you decide the letters probably refer to something else. Such genius would have given Einstein a run for his money, you preen while looking around more.
In a far corner an angry looking teacher is arguing in low tones with one of the students. You cannot hear what they are talking about but neither seems to want to give way to the other. The teacher reaches out and you think she is going to strike the younger girl but instead she grabs the pupil by her sleeve and bundles her into the next room.