Claire was truly lost. What led to this? Why did Vera seem comfortable with these sorts of commands? What should she do? The last question was perhaps the most important and one that has been lingering with this Prefect for some time. The Head Girl asked a similar question when they first met (or first as far Claire's memory). Eventually, the golden blonde woman would have to make a decision. Until then, Vera's commands would be tugging her in the directions the Head Girl wished.

Despite concern, worry, and confusion; Vera had already stated what Claire was to do here. Wash the Head Girl's back and long hair. By anyone's standards, the woman's silver hair was extremely long and no doubt took much time to clean and maintain. It would take time to clean it all even with assistance and all that time Claire would be facing this naked beauty.

The Head Girl did not stop the woman as her own hands washed her front and her arms. She was thorough as she continued to lather her hands in soapy suds and scrubbed them into her glistening skin. When it came time to clean her legs, she allowed Claire to pull her hair to the side while she tended to her thighs, calves, and feet. Eventually, the hair would be finished and that left the woman's back. She pulled her long silver hair forward and exposed her back to the Prefect. Again, no blemishes of any kind. The Head Girl did not have any tan lines.

Occasionally, the woman would hum softly but not very long to carry much of a tune. Claire's empathic senses would pick up nothing. This silver haired student never exposed her emotions.

Vera turned to face Claire. Her hands were loose at her sides, making no efforts to cover her bare chest as she gazed into the other woman. "It is your turn," she stated as she moved to bring Clarice before the warm shower waters. Hands lathered soap and began massaging the Prefect's shoulders. Her eyes narrowed at the scar that NICE labs left behind. But, there was no denying her Prefect's beauty. Vera ran her hands down the student's shoulders and down her arms before sliding up and down the woman's sides. Fingers lightly grazed the sides of Claire's breasts, testing their sensitivity before drifting back down for another pass.

"You are very tense," she whispered softly into Claire's ear, "Just relax. You trust me. I will take care of you as I always have." Vera pressed gently against the woman's back. Semi-erect nipples traced against the Prefect's smooth skin while those luscious orbs mashed against her. Hands drift upwards and a bit forward now, fingertips tracing along the woman's large breasts. Hands cupped both orbs and gave them a slow hard squeeze. "If you want me to stop, you merely have to say so. Else, I will keep going..."

Claire may not have memories of their most intimate moments but the woman's body certainly remembered these knowing touches. Vera would see if this Prefect still ticked and made the same lovely sounds as before.

Focusing on a task at least provided her some form of cognitive reasoning that didn't teeter off the edge of a thousand unfinished, partially unwanted thoughts. She was gentle in smoothing out the woman's hair, letting the water rinse the lathering down the drain. When it came to her back, shaky hands hesitantly hovering over her bare skin would look like a virgin couple who had no idea what they were doing. That was Clarice who even through not noticeable sound was screaming on the inside in uncertainty.

Finally through sheer will, she touches her. Vera could've felt that panic in the simple touch. But it was like doing so was the biggest hurdle. Smoothing out her shoulders, Claire's hands rand down the woman carefully like a sculptor to clay. Lathered, soapy hands washed and halfway explored this treasure she was given. In spite of her distress the woman was accomplishing her task. And as it continued it eventually allowed her to ease into a pattern. She was careful not to touch the woman inappropriately as the Head Girl would note. No, there was one simple brush past her breasts on the way up her shoulders to which she silently corrected. No apology given. She didn't want to acknowledge it happened.

And when she was finally done Clarice was the one to hum a small sound of triumph.

And then the silver haired beauty turned around. Vera would get no read on this guarded girl but she didn't need to. The look of panic on the woman would've been humorous for anyone confident. Reflexively the woman seemed to recede in herself. Defensive but receptive. Like a puppy being brought to a new owner, it was the gentle guidance that the older woman offered that made things progress easy if not a little too fast.

Guided under the showerhead the blonde woman fell silent as she was turned to face the faucets. Her hair was not as long as the Head Girl's, but its length was still impressively kept. Clarice was trying to care for herself after all and hygiene was certainly one of them. She herself had noticed the scar but there was little that could be done. Assuming it was part of the operation to save her she assumed perhaps she suffered some form of spinal injury. For Vera it was truly what NICE labs could've done to her as there had been no details on that form of operation.

Tense was a good word for the woman. The moment hands were put on her Vera could feel that resisting stiffness to her touches. Smooth skin was only marred by NICE lab's interference. Perhaps it'll just be a unique mark in the future. For now it seemed oddly tender should the woman drag fingers over the small marking. Claire shudders as it sends tingles up her spine.

She turns her head slightly back to the woman. Not enough for clear eye contact but the Head Girl could see her uncertainty. But she says nothing and turns forward once more. She closes her eyes and steadies her breathing. Hands found muscle slightly more malleable in the massage. They explored her back and shoulders, lathering her back, arms, and shoulders. Then she dared to push it further. Clarice's eyes fly open and she looks down to see those gentle hands cupping, squeezing tender flesh. Her surprise made her not say a word. Not even a breath as it was caught in her throat.

Was Vera testing her trust? The thought struck her odd and she discarded it. No.. the woman wanted this. She was unsure what possessed the woman to take this leading charge but she did have trust. Not to mention there was no denying it felt nice. Feeling those hands grope and caress such sensitive flesh sent more tingles up and down her spine. Her shudders made her relax. There was not a single sound from the woman as the shower continued. She did not tell her to go on. But she did not tell her to stop.

The word 'no' never came. As promised, Vera continued. Hands gave those breasts a firmer squeeze while fingers closed in on those nipples. She pinched and stroked them, tugging and twisting them as they continued to rouse with warm blood. The Head Girl pressed closer, her breasts sliding against the Prefect's glistening back. "You are just as lovely as I remember," Vera softly praised Clarice as she leaned in to nibble on the woman's neck.

The woman was shuddering in the Head Girl's grasp. Emotions clashed but the Prefect never tried to break free nor cry out in protest. Either Claire had full trust in the Head Girl or just naturally obedient. Either were fine and both would be better. As long as the beautiful blonde did not resist, Vera saw no reason not to continue training her loyal Prefect.

Hands gathered more soapy suds before clasping those glistening globes once more. She stroked and scrubbed the tender mounds. Vera hefted both orbs before letting them drop gently from her grasp. One hand continued to cup and massage a breast while the other drifted lower. Fingertips traced around Claire's navel teasingly before drifting even lower. She faintly touched the woman's netherlips, stroking where the woman's clitoris would be hiding as she continued to nibble and kiss the Prefect's neck.

The hand grasping Claire's breast released and gently cupped the woman's cheek. Vera turned her Prefect's gaze towards her own. She then stole her partner's lips in a long lingering kiss. Fingertips slid up and down Claire's flower while the Head Girl kissed her. The warm waters soaked over both their shining forms. The sounds of their embrace and the shower were the only things that could be heard in the locker room.

The rhythmic caressing was making it hard to think straight. Her body betrayed her hesitance and seemed plainly open to Vera's advances. Everything was happening so fast she was given little time to resist or request much of anything. Feeling those hands touch her in ways no one else should made it hard to tell her to stop. The Head Girl was experienced and perhaps recalled some weak spots on the Prefect.

Refusing to let herself make a sound in embarrassment, Clarice could only stand and take what direction the older woman wanted to go. Cheeks flush at the small praise. She said nothing in response. Too caught up in the moment of being teased. Her body jolted. Her sensitive nipples were targeted and teased. It was a fresh sensation to a very acclimated body. She could feel herself relaxing into the embrace. Heated breath leaves her parted lips.

She barely noticed hands were straying from their recent target until she felt her thighs be brushed and parted ever so slightly. Her mind immediately snapped to where devious fingers had snuck to. A hand flies down in surprise to stop it but too little to late as the woman finds her sensitive pearl. She bucks with a sharp inhale. This felt too fast for the poor blonde. She didn't want to stop the journey but it felt so rushed she barely had time to process. But she found herself unable to pull the other hand away.

Unsure of how to form the words needed she lost her momentum in slowing the head girl down when she felt a gentle caress of her cheek. Eyes began to focus on the silver haired beauty as she turned her head to her. "V-Vera-mph!" A kiss. An intimate embrace that shut down any thought or desire to stop the runaway train.

Silenced with supple lips, Clarice gave a feeble moan as weakness washed over her body. Eyes rolled to the back of her head with a rush of pleasure fogging her mind. It was as if a pressure point had been pushed. Legs nearly gave way as the long embrace robbed her of the strength to say no. She twitched ad shuddered. Her tongue gave helpless reflexes to the invader. From something like a kiss to cause such an effect only one culprit would come to mind for the reaction the Prefect's body gave. Vera found nearly all of Claire's weight lean into her. Had she not been there Clarice would've slumped to the floor like dead weight. For the moment only the Head Girl's body helped her stay on her feet. Break the kiss gave the woman a moment to breathe heavily and catch what energy she had.

".. wha... wha..." she couldn't get the question out. Her mind swam in murk. Everything felt numb and tingly. She couldn't stop the woman even if she wanted to. Did she want to? She couldn't recall thinking if she should even want her to.

Despite Claire's lack of protest or initiative, the woman's body was remembering just what this Head Girl could do to her. Vera had plenty of experience feeling and listening to every sharp breath, every moment of tension and relaxation. She had practiced on numerous students when sexually tormenting them in the basement. In Claire's case, the tracks were already layed out from long ago.

Vera finally made her Prefect react and move. The blonde's hand moved over Vera's own as fingers tormented that now throbbing pearl. But, the Head Girl was clear of the rules here. If Claire did not voice her protests, none of this would stop.

The kiss created a reaction that impressed even Vera. The feeble moans and muffled squeals were music to her ears. Was this a new change to the Prefect's body? NICE had not informed the Head Girl of this change. Was this to help in the woman's training or to further the enjoyment of the alien guests? It was a welcomed addition as it seemed to shut the blonde beauty down completely. The Head Girl held the embrace for as long as possible. Her tongue slid over Claire's and pushed against the woman's throat. As the embrace continued, Vera moved her hand over Claire's. Fingers began guiding her Prefect's to tease and stimulate that vulnerable pearl, adding further to the pleasure and confusion of the poor helpless student.

When the kiss finally broke, Vera turned the breathless woman to face her. A hand held the Prefect's chin, her grasp helping those wobbly knees keep somewhat steady. "Hush," Vera silenced the woman's attempt to form a question, "You may not remember who I am or what we are. But, your body remembers vividly. It knows what it wants. It knows who to obey."

The silver haired woman pushed the blonde student up against the tile wall. Breasts press up against Claire's as lips come closer to the other woman's. "My offer remains," Vera stated, "You merely have to say it and I will stop. Else, I will keep going and going until you remember who you belong to." Any attempt to respond would be met with Vera's lips deeply kissing Clarice. She took advantage of her Prefect's sensitivity while her hand stroked those juicy netherlips. One finger twisted with the other before the Head Girl drilled her skilled digits into the woman's tight depths.

Pinned against the shower wall, Vera's fingers drilled in and out of Clarice. Sometimes, her fingers would untwist and curl inside the other woman. Her fingers would stroke and massage every sweet spot she remembered within that soft velvet passage. The Head Girl purred with pleasure, the vibrations feeding into the deep embrace as her tongue worked Claire's over and over again.

She wondered what this lover of hers would think of her wanton behavior. But thoughts of Kanoe drifted and were snuffed out. Clarice's struggles were feeble and weak at best. The Head Girl easily overpowered any attempt to stop or slow the direction she wanted. The blonde's hand was used against herself, dragging and stroking her throbbing clit over and over with the woman's guidance. She did not keep her hand there once the woman left it to tend to other parts of her body, but that did not stop the twitching bundle of nerves standing at full attention asking for more. Perhaps not recalling herself all the times her body had been trained, her body remembered well. Flower petals dampened and parted slightly to allow easy access to the Head Girl's digits.

Turned to face the woman, jagged breaths bounced her luscious orbs before her each time her chest filled with much needed air. Vera gripped the woman around the waist and held the Prefect up. Droopy eyes look into hers with confusing wonder. Her body had given in so quickly to this woman. Did that mean their intimacies reached beyond simple pleasure. Her head tingled as if the woman's words were law. This shouldn't be fair, but neither the blonde nor silver haired beauties would argue otherwise.

Pushed against the cold tile wall made her jump in surprise to the stark temperature change. But it quickly warmed with her heated body, held in place by the dominating Head Girl. Teeth clenched while she tried to find words. "B-bu-umph!" once more cut off, Clarice's body seized and stiffened. Her mind swiftly left as pleasure built within her loins. Uselessly her body twitched. Vera could feel the woman was weakening each time. The next time fingers teased and tested the water of her nether region she found them quickly soaking. Instinctually her thigh parted more. Her body craved her attention.

The poor Prefect was helpless. "Mmm..mph..." Her nostrils flared for air as the woman assaulted her mouth. Arms hung uselessly at her sides. If anyone had seen the scene Vera would look like a bewitching vampire just having caught a maiden in her tranceful embrace. Claire's eyes would open halfway to look into the Head Girl's only to close when sensations became too much to not grow tense too.

"Mmmph!" Fingers found the entrance to her inner depths. Anxiety and anticipation welled inside of her. Until finally her depths experienced reminisced but not forgotten digits. Her velvety walls were soaked inside. Vera could feel her shudder with every fiber of her being to the initial invasion. Her body had been trained well by the Head Girl before. And it was these touches, this embracing that brought a lot more than pleasure and tingles to her mind.

Parting once more for breath, Clarice's head hung to the side as she breathlessly moaned as finger drilled into her. Her insides clung to the invaders for dear life. She remembered vivid images and erotic stills of their previous embraces. "Uhnnn... I.. remember.. haaa.. V-Vera.." like all attempts, her desire to form a complete sentence was cut short. "Ah!" The Head Girl's finger dragged over a familiar bundle of nerves. The weakness in her legs became almost unbearable once her deepest recesses were being stroked. Pressure was building within her long dormant loins. She inwardly begged for it to come soon. This was becoming a torturous climb.

The sensations were difficult to describe. It was as if the woman's body simply did not obey Claire anymore. Clarice was no longer driving her body but rather this silver haired woman. No hand was raised in resistance or protest. The Prefect was trembling against the wall with both arms hanging loosely at her sides while Vera continued to take more and more control.

Vivid images played out in the blonde woman's memory. Scenarios of being on her knees before this woman and others where she was bound and helpless while a feather and candle sent her body shuddering into ecstasy. No matter the scenario, Vera always was the one standing taller, always in control, always giving the commands. Yet, it always felt so good. The harsh directness of the woman's voice always meant an intoxicating reward if obeyed. This left many of Vera's servants and pets eager for the next command, eager for the next opportunity to obey and be rewarded. Claire's body remembered this.

Petals parted and drooled with anticipation as fingers sawed along those throbbing bundles of nerves. Clarice finally spoke, claiming she remembered. But, Vera was not satisfied with such a short and simple response. Warm breaths soak into Claire's lips as Vera's face came close. Her fingers would pump and curl rapidly only to slow when she felt the Prefect's body tense and tremble. The Head Girl knew how to keep a student on the brink for as long as she desired. "You remember? What do you remember? Tell me..." she purred, "Tell me who you are. Tell me who I am. Tell me why your body yearns for this so badly."

Vera was in total control. She would not let Claire cum until she obeyed and gave the correct answer. What did the Prefect think she was to Vera? What did she think Vera was to her? The student's entire body was left aching for the answer.

"Haa... haa..." She was losing focus and sense of what she was doing. Drugged with pleasure, the girl's head rolls to the side as strength ebbed and almost all but left her to stand on her own. Her legs twitched and wobbled under her weight. Everything felt numb and tingly all over. Forming words was a challenge when all her body wanted was to have the older woman drive it over the edge.

"Nnngh... I dun remember it all.. a couch. Ropes and a feath-ah!" her fingers raked over the bundle of nerves. Arms flung around Vera's neck, pulling herself weakly against the woman. Hardened nipples press into her own. Clarice was taught with stimulation and reacted strongly each time. The Head Girl could feel the other woman shudder and shiver against her. Breathing heavily into her ear. "C-Claire..." she tried to continue answer through gasping breaths. "You a-are my H-Head Girl.. and I.. don't know why I want this. Oh god.." fingers press into her back whenever Vera found a particular sweet spot. Her thighs clenched slightly around her hand. Her depths twitched and hugged her fingers, the lavished liquid spilling out of her trembling lips and dripping into the running water.

She wasn't sure how much the Head Girl gleaned from her weak response, but she didn't recall every detail. From Vera's pushing all Claire could do was accept that these scenarios being remembered were real. And desired. She never thought herself as this. So submissive.

Her body wanted to continue while her mind remained at odds. She expected something like this to be a more consensual thing. Yet she was freely giving into the advances of the Head Girl. It confused her, made her anxious.. it made her..

"Ah-ah... I'm.. scared," she admits, unsure of how to feel with how fast things have gone. How much she was being taken advantage of. How much she was willing to simply let go of. Anxiety wells up in her stomach. She was so confused on how her lover and this woman were seperate people. Her desires seemed to be nothing but focused on the silver haired beauty. She was so unsure, scared, and aroused all in one. Her emotions played out to the Head Girl as she felt her shiver in anxiety and want.

"Please.." she quietly shudders a breath into her ear. "Vera, pl-please.. mercy." It was all she could do. Her mouth hung loosely open as she panted, moaning in rhythm to the Head Girl's strokes.

Claire clung to the silver haired woman. Their glistening nude forms pressed into each other while fingers continued to torment the poor Prefect's soft pink depths. Unfortunately, the moaned words were merely repeats of facts that were already declared and confirmed before. It seemed Claire was only remembering the erotic events themselves but none of the meaning. That or the blond student was unwilling to consider what it all meant.

"Hmph..." Vera's fingers stopped as the Prefect grew scared. The skillful digits drew out slowly. She felt the tender passage clench around her fingers, not wanting to let go. But, it would do the Head Girl no good if Clarice ended up fearing her after all this. "I told you to say 'stop' if you wanted me to stop." Vera sighed as she pulled her fingers slide the rest of the way out. That final push was never given, the Prefect's quivering body was left wanting release.

Hands pushed Claire away. Vera would let the woman collapse to the floor if those legs gave out. Hand soaked in the Prefect's love juices moved to the cascade of water still coming from the shower. The Head Girl knew this student had been through much and her mind and memory were damaged in more ways than one. But, Vera still felt disappointment. This woman had no qualms claiming she loved a woman that has yet to come see her at all. Vera did not care if this one had no love for her, love tended to be more harmful especially for a woman in her position.

Claire's body was still trained. The woman would submit to any advance Vera made. But, that was as far as the matter went. Their relations were forgotten completely and all this time together did not seem to improve that. It was unfortunate. Clarice was still a loyal Prefect but, the submissive pet Vera once had was not mentally there. Perhaps in time, the Head Girl could train the woman's mind to not fear what she was. For now, Vera was not going to press into the confused mess any further.

Vera's own body was tingling. Her nipples were roused and erect from the encounter. But, her mood was killed by the sudden fear. Fear was common when correcting students. But, Claire was not breaking the rules or at least none the Prefect could remember. If Claire was afraid then the Head Girl would take it that some part in that damaged mind of hers did not want this. She could not afford another emotional breakdown nor risk that once rebellious spirit to reignite. As Head Girl, it was Vera's responsibility to ensure Clarice remained a complaint member of the student body.

The silver haired woman stepped out of the shower, leaving Claire with the warm water still soaking over her. Just like that, it had all stopped. The Prefect had denied the Head Girl and Head Girl denied the release of all that built up tension. Vera grabbed her towel and began drying herself off. Despite the disappointment, she did not blame Claire entirely. It was just an unfortunate reality that may or may not be repaired in the future.

And just like that, it had been stopped. The blonde students was left trembling, dazed and confused. Her body screamed release and it was being denied. Claire could not avidly to know her emotions were solidly valid. But regretful uncertainty had become a new bitter taste to have.

Vera stated the issue plainly. Before the younger student could respond, hands shoved her away. She crumbled to the shower floor with a thud. The impact mildly painful, she flinches and confused eyes shot up to the Head Girl's. Confusion and anxiety welled in those eyes searching that unresponsive expression. Finally it was the blonde student that broke the stare. Leaning against the wall she panted, attempting to recover from the foggy dream she had experienced.

Lips quivered open. ".. I didn't.. want you.. t-to," she whispers quietly. Whether or not the Head Girl heard her, the Prefect was left in a puddle of her own need. She at first may have had some lingering hesitance but to stop now with where she was going left the encounter dejectful. Teased and driven to this point only to be denied and dropped like a sack of potatoes. She had done something wrong being honest with the Head Girl. But the denial of a once very unsure encounter was what was most striking. Hands tightened into fists before one started to slide down between her legs. Maybe she could give herself this yearning release while it was fresh. But she stops herself. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she slid her legs weakly to her front and pulled them in with her arms.

This was punishment? The thought struck her uniquely to the core. It left her immobile on the shower floor, not even making a move to step out herself. Vivid images flashed before her eyes. Her stomach tightened. Vera had wanted to make her return special once before.. emotions flooded her body. That desire to please, the growing adoration she had for the silver haired woman. Feelings long thought forgotten were coming back for the blonde woman to process.

If Vera decided to leave her, she would remain on the shower floor contemplating these new emotions and images. If she was asked or commanded to get out, the Prefect would dip her head down as if having been scolded and would try to rise on her legs but to no avail. They were still pudding beneath her. And as her arousal would dim unrewarded, the feeling of helplessness would allow more memories to enter her mind. Flashes of entering Vera's office.. locking the door. Vera's suggestion of bringing warmth in her absence before.

Cheeks flushed with red. The scene played out in key intervals. Her devotion and loyalty to pleasing Vera. All of it had come from her submission to Head Girl. Willingly.

The confusion was not surprising. Much happened at once and quickly at that. Clarice tried to speak but if Vera heard, she did not respond to them. What words were audible could have been taken as two different meanings. Didn't want her to do that or didn't want her to stop? At this point, it did not matter. Confusion or not, the Head Girl was not going to allow herself to be led one way then the other. This was a matter Vera forced upon her own Prefect and it made the woman afraid as a result so she stopped.

Claire was once more a chaos of emotions. The woman was still in the shower while Vera was just out in the locker area. The Head Girl was still in view. She was standing in the nude and drying her long silver hair with a towel. Despite the sudden departure from the shower, she was showing no signs of rush as she continued to dry off. There was perhaps a brief flicker of emotion but perhaps it was just Claire's imagination. Compared to other student, Vera seemed to emit no aura unlike the noisy emotions everyone else had.

No commands nor harsh words came from Vera. She seemed to be in her own world as she wrapped the towel around herself. She pulled out a brush from her bag. She sat down on the bench and proceeded to tend to every inch of her long luxurious hair.

The thought of punishment only brought reminders of Vera's cold words stating she never punishes anyone. She merely corrects. But for Clarice, there was no difference. Did the Prefect do something wrong? How was she supposed to know? Any ordinary person would have reacted far harsher to suddenly being touched the way Claire was. But, no protests came from Claire. Claire could not stop Vera. It just happened.

Emotions continued to flare from the shower that Claire sat in. The water was still running, soaking the yearning woman in its warmth. Vera's back was towards the Prefect, hands pulling several strands of hair away from the others and a taking a brush through the ends and working their way upwards. The emotions were still a chaotic mix. Claire was no doubt hurt but there were other heated emotions as well. For now though, Vera simply tended to her hair. With how long the woman's hair was, she would be in the locker room for some time longer.

Silence ensued. Claire's cheeks flushed as memories played in broken jumps. One moment in some form of dungeon? Basement? Next was reciprocating a kiss of adoration. She was left to it in quiet dejection. She looks over to Vera to see her back turned to her. She wanted to say something. Ask what she did. Why did she touch her in such a way then leave her struggling with the release she caused. But not a word escaped her. Her attempts caught in her throat. She had been the one to do wrong apparently. And this was the result. No matter her emotions, it seemed straight forward.

She dared to not touch her womanhood to soothe the aching. She knew if she did she couldn't stop herself from trying to relieve herself. And this felt.. oddly like a point to make from the Head Girl. She caused her body to desire release and then denied it. For the purpose of telling her being afraid would not be allowed?

".. geh.." trying to lift herself up on her feet proved quite a challenge. She struggled, grabbing and holding the shower railing to pull herself to her feet. With her lack of strength it would've been easy for her to slip. But she managed to climb to her feet. It was only when she was sure she could do so without incident did she let go of the railing. She turns the faucets off. Arms timidly try and hide herself as she steps out of the shower, reaching for her towel. Seems their time in the shower was done. She had not gotten to wash her own hair but it could be something to care for later. That wasn't exactly on her mind at the moment. Taking the towel and wrapping around herself, she quietly walks to the locker room and to the locker she'd chosen fr her clothes.

With how walled off Vera was, it left the blonde Prefect wondering what the woman was feeling, what she was thinking. It was easy to assume she had done wrong. And so Clarice took it as such and looked dejectedly down. There was no comfort to be had. Only her lingering need being denied relief. It felt odd. The sense of rejection and dismissiveness. Something told her this has happened before.

She glances at the silver haired woman, stopping short of beginning to dress herself. "Do.. you want.. some help drying off?" Her question came with such a meek tone. With how things were she dared to not approach the woman. Nor touch her without giving notice. She was unsure if Vera was angry or disappointed or both with her. With no direction given, the Prefect was left thinking the worst that she had done something wrong and thus deserved what happened. She wasn't sure if she should apologize. She didn't know what exactly she did wrong to do so.

If no answer or she declined the offer, Claire would say nothing further and start drying herself and get herself dressed albeit a sluggish pace.

Vera certainly could not enforce an emotion. Then what was done wrong? Had Claire done anything wrong? It was all very confusing. Then again, Vera was forced to play much of this by ear as well. It was one thing to manipulate a student that had no previous encounters with her. But, this was a woman who had many memories both positive and negative floating in a chaotic void. The Head Girl rather not resort to brute force in her methods like those scientists did. If the conflicts could remain forgotten, it would be easier to reinforce the good Shokushu could do for this woman. Easier said than done unfortunately. There was no telling what Claire was recalling from all that.

Claire struggled to get up. This silver haired student did this with just some touching and kisses? It was certainly not magic but it may as well been with how intense it all felt. Still, why did Vera stop so suddenly? Did she think Claire saying 'mercy' meant to stop? There was no way of knowing without asking and it was not exactly an easy question to ask in this circumstance.

The shower turned off and Claire began drying off and was about to change only to look towards Vera and meekly ask if she could help further. "I am already dry enough," Vera stated, her voice cool as it always is. But before anything else could be said or done, the Head Girl held up the brush over her shoulder. "You will tend to my hair," Vera stated.

Was this a punishment err... correction? It did not sound like it. It was not too different from previous commands prior to taking the shower. Long near endless strands of silver hair awaited Clarice as was the brush in Vera's hand. The Head Girl had not looked back to see if the Prefect approached. She would feel that aura either come closer or not. This would bring Claire closer to the woman she thought she wronged. Such long beautiful hair and Clarice was trusted with tending to it. There were many women who would love to have hair like Vera's and brushing it would be considered its own reward. So was this a punishment or not? This was all very confusing.

Claire stares off at the locker. If the silver haired woman wasn't going to keep eye contact there was no point looking and waiting for some form of communication. She had not been told what exactly had been done to make the situation what it is now. But as with all the times before, any protest or willing some form of words was left. She had no willpower to ask such questions.

Vera didn't see it, but her first response caused the woman to flinch as if she were rebuked. An unseen nod from the Prefect and she was about to clothe herself when Vera continued. Claire's head turned to the woman now holding the brush over her shoulder. Brows furrowed. Unsure why the woman was alright with her approaching her again, the blonde Prefect set her things down. With sluggish uncertainty, she walks over to the Head Girl. Her fingers brushed over hers as she took the hairbrush. Cheeks flushed. Her body lingered long desire for those fingers again.

Clearing her throat, she sat on the opposite side of the bench and began brushing Vera's hair. She was gentle despite her uncertain anxiety. This was someone.. the only person she'd grown close to. As memories continued to feed her mind she began the long process of brushing her hair. Just as Vera made it difficult to read her thoughts so did it work both ways. The Head Girl may not be entirely sure what she meant to the lost blonde. But with how tentative she was being to her long locks perhaps the tenderness was more genuine than just force of habit.

She shifted uncomfortably. Her nearness to the woman brought her arousal to the forefront again. She shouldn't have asked something that brought her close to the woman so soon. Now her body was desiring something it wasn't going to get and she would be left to wallow in it in silent torture. It was becoming more obvious to her her feelings for the woman were a little too real.

There was not much to be said that wouldn't be awkward or offhanded. If there was going to be any conversation she'd let Vera be the one to start it. Otherwise the Prefect would continue long brushes in silence. There was no denying the Head Girl's perfection and beauty. It was part of what lured her close. But there was something to her personality that drew Claire to her as well. Mystery and dutiful reasoning. She wanted to know this woman as she had.

Sadly it seemed at this rate she would be regarded as nothing but someone who follows orders. Unsure of what reasons the Head Girl let her jumbled Prefect near again, she tends to her hair until she deemed it good to stop.

Vera was never one to say more than was needed. She did not voluntarily give up information and she had many reasons why she had to keep certain secrets. Being up in the top floors of the tallest building on the island only added to her mystique and allure. With her presence and discipline, she was like a member of royalty or the upper class at least. Despite the air of mystery about her, not many students approached her and even fewer ever asked questions about herself. Those who approached usually had their own problems that required dealing with or they were troublemakers that needed to be corrected.

But, Clarice was a Prefect. She like a few others volunteer to be closer to Vera and aid her in any way they could. Vera only spoke of school matters when she mentioned that Claire was her Prefect before. If that were true, then what was the rest of these memories? Did other Prefects also get to shower with this woman or brush her hair or carry her things? Were the others like Claire, willing to do more if it meant knowing this alluring woman?

The Head Girl did not flinch as the blonde Prefect proceeded to brush her long silver hair. Her hair was still a bit damp but it was dry enough to begin the methodical process and ritual this woman seemed to go through to maintain appearances.

"You are not going to learn anything further if you do not ask questions," Vera stated, "I simply made an attempt to bring more of your memories back. It made you uncomfortable so I ceased. You did nothing wrong beyond failing to say 'stop' when you wanted me to stop. So I took your flash of fear as sign instead. The shower nor brushing my hair are required to remain my Prefect, Ms. Rossignol. So stop sulking and if you wish to stop this line of duty, you are free to do so."

This was not required for a Prefect? But, why was Vera so confident that such orders would be obeyed? Was it a test? Was the Head Girl checking something else? Vera could sense the woman heating up behind her. But, the silver haired woman simply sat in her towel as the brush continued to gently slid through her long silver locks.