Where ravaging tentacles explore the female student body
Opening the door, you see what is probably a room for storing unused equipment. An attractive young girl with a rather flushed expression looks up startled as you enter. She is breathing heavily and you are certain the hand which she quickly moves away had been stuffed down the front of her tight little shorts only moments before. The clipboard suggests she had been sent here to do an inventory, while her impressively heaving chest suggests she was using the solitude for quite another purpose. In a dark corner, movement catches your eye, but in the dim light you can't quite make out who or what is there.