"I wasn't meaning that I don't believe you. But I just haven't experienced it yet. Or again." She wasn't even sure she knew how to refer simple occurrences now. It was one thing not remembering but when one knows they have amnesia it makes them second guess everything they do. And it was becoming aggravating for the blonde student.

She attempted to be as careful as she brought the fork to her mouth. It was easy to make her pleased right now. She had eaten through the week but it had been safer foods that weren't rich. Closest thing had been some soup the previous day. She was worried her stomach wouldn't take to anything too fanciful. The wait was well worth it. The taste and texture would make her glow a cyan for Vera. Far too pleased and content from just eating. But this was all she had at the moment. That and the company.

"No, I'd imagine the 'it's all in your head' would grow old fast. But you seem like the type of person who could persevere through anything," she said thoughtfully. "Though I know you're only human. You've just got that... presence about you I guess. I can wager a guess why you were picked to be in your position."

Not sure of the process Vera had to go through to be where she was, it was left up to her imagination for the time being. "Is it tough dealing with a lot of students here? If you're the only major active Head Girl are you the only one dealing out punishment too?"

"If you enjoyed the food, you could always make an order as well," Vera said, noticing the change in aura, "That is one of the many perks of being a Prefect along with constant access to the cafeteria. Take advantage of what the school provides for your efforts. If students see you are getting perks for being a Prefect, perhaps more would be willing to apply for a position."

"We do not punish," Vera corrected, "We correct. I do not like repeating myself. Using that word will only cause students to look at us in a negative light. We are here to help. Hard to claim that when you use terms like that." This was the second time Claire used the word punishment. The Head Girl's voice became icy when she had to repeat herself. She hated repeating herself. She saw it as either the person was not listening or they were actively ignoring her both of which waste her time. For a busy woman like Vera, time was everything.

"I am not the only one that corrects students," she continued, "Teachers and staff have all the same authority as they did before. Prefects can correct students as well though I prefer to keep a close watch of such actions. Prefects who punish rather than correct would only reflect poorly on me. But, the work is tough one way or another. There is much to do and I am the only one around to assist with all of it. I tend to any matters or issues a students brings to me. I watch over club activities and finances. Then there are any other issues or projects the school staff require of me. There is never a shortage of things that I must attend to."

Finished with her meal, Vera pushed her chair out and rose to her feet. She began cleaning off the table, collecting the trash, and tending to any leftovers. Besides the tease from before, the Head Girl did keep things rather formal. "Is there anything else you wish to know, Clarice?" Vera asked, "If not, you are dismissed for the day. Your report was more than satisfactory."

With dinner done, it was getting late. The sun had set and Vera was checking her computer for any final messages. She would walk Claire to the door if the student was ready to leave. The Prefect had survived a week on duty while also juggling classes. "You should get some rest."

"Ah," she nods apologetically. "No, you're right. I had forgotten the proper terminology. I knew what you meant, but no I won't use that word again." Her brain had processed the wording without much thought to it.

Kinks still need to work themselves out, it seems...

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning her head down to finish her meal. She'd assist with cleaning the table up and packed leftovers for Vera for the fridge and set her own aside. "Well, I think I need a little more time adjusting before I request correcting students, but I get the jist of it. Any disciplinary action would depend on the rule break, right?" she asked, looking to Vera. "That doesn't bother me to do it. I just think it would be best left to you until you and I believe I'm ready to take on more responsibility." She could think herself ready in the future but it was ultimately up to the Head Girl on that decision.

With things cleared and cleaned, Clarice gathered her bag and smoothed out her uniform, fixing her sash to not be off to the side as it was. "I should say the same too, but I think me having prolonged my stay would be hypocritical," she replied smoothly. Walked to the door, she walks out and turns her head to the woman. "Have a good night, Vera. Thanks for dinner."

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Pleasantries and a smooth, uneventful day.. ah the wishful thinking. It was after last period and here she was, standing at the pool this time as four girls fussed and argued with one another. Having just arrived, Claire walked up to the group standing at the deep end of the pool and was not pleased by the drama and how they somehow managed to make it that she couldn't make out a single word. She put herself on the opposite side of the group away from the water. She noted a girl sitting on the edge of the pool, crying. Really was high school..

"Alright, alright. Break it up. That's enough," she called. Two girls looked at each other, still noticeably wet in their swimwear while the other continued to quietly glare at each other. Clarice looked around. A few classmates had decided to stick around in the far background to watch the event. So this had been going on a bit she assumed.

"What seems to be the problem here?"

"Her!" one student jabbed a finger at one that looked as if she hadn't been in the water yet. "We were having fun, talking around then she came up and argued about her being with her girlfriend and she pushed her in the pool!"

"That's not true, she pushed that girl in the water when she turned out to having slept with my girlfriend!" Fingers were being pointed this way and that. Clarice's ear were mildly hurt because the women were yelling 4 feet from her.

"There's no need to yell. Don't cause more of a scene than you already have," Clarice replied calmly. It had been too much of a mellow day for it to end on a sour note.

One of the girls in the far back could be heard, "Someone should get a Head Girl here.." Before Clarice could say anything one of the girls in the argument nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," she said looking to Claire. "Go get your superior because I'm about to get in trouble by putting my hands on someone."

The blonde student's eyes narrowed and she crosses her arms. "I do not need to 'go' get anyone. My name is Clarice and as a Prefect I would remind you that threatening to touch another student with violence is just as much a rule break as doing so." As if taking a page from Vera's book, her tone was cold and stern. She was not happy being commanded by someone and in the same breath being allowed to jab threats at another. This was going to be a long venture she could tell.

"I need there to be order so we can get this resolved. No more yelling. Everyone is well within perfect earshot of each other."

Vera had a similar thought as far as this Prefect went. There were still kinks to work out. It was hard to say if or when Claire would be back to a similar level of servitude as before. Forgetting about the monster attacks made the student more stable but less submissive in a way. The blonde woman's body reacted to the Head Girl's advances well enough, her body still very much remembering the training the alien guests have put her through. It was troublesome as Vera wanted this matter remedied sooner than later but, pushing too hard could only make the student turn against her.

Claire offered to help with the food this time which Vera allowed. For the Head Girl, it was not about just obeying commands. It was about showing initiative. Clarice was doing well as a Prefect but Vera was unsure if this one would ever be at a level compared to her most devoted pets.

When Clarice left, Vera closed and locked the door. There would be no more visitors tonight or at least not of the student variety. The Head Girl returned to her desk and filed a report on Claire's progress so far. She sent a request for certain medications to be prescribed to herself that would help after an alien incident. Vera had already claimed of having similar nightmares in the past, it would be simple enough to claim she took medication to help with it.

Finally done for the night, Vera would take a long shower and slip into a nightgown before climbing into a large king sized bed to finally get some much needed rest.

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There was never a dull moment as Clarice encountered another disturbance in Shokushu's indoor pool. The students were dressed in the one piece navy blue swimsuits provided by Shokushu. Much like all attire provided by this school, the swim uniforms were hugging the lovely forms of these girls nice and tight. Though Claire had her own tastes, it was difficult to deny that every student the Prefect has seen or met was physically attractive.

With her own classes done for the day, Vera was going to go for a refreshing swim. It was not purely for recreation as she was required to exercise and maintain her lovely figure by order from her Headmaster. Still, the silver haired woman could not deny that a swim would do her some good right about now. Or it would have if she were not greeted by the shrill screech of a woman yelling at Claire and the flaring of emotional auras.

Vera had only entered through the back area of the pool where the jacuzzi was bubbling in isolation. Her own swimsuit hugged her figure like a tight glove as she stopped and observed the incident from a distance. Going out now would certainly lead to a quick conclusion as the Head Girl would immediately strike down any further back talking from either party. But, this was an opportunity to see how Claire performed her duties.

The Head Girl went into the small enclosed area where the jacuzzi was. Every step caused her confined breasts to sway gently as she sighed and lowered herself into the warm bubbly waters. She preferred to go here after her swim but, she would make an exception considering the circumstances. Taking a slow breath, she closed her eyes and tried to relax, doing her best to block out the noise and auras flaring from just beyond the dividing wall.

"-that's not the concern of mine what is going on in your personal lives," Clarice answered swiftly, stemming the argument to being done. "Whatever is between you and the relationships you have is not part of this. You've caused a scene." She looks over at the crying woman sitting on the edge of the pool. "Am I going to assume this is one of the girlfriends? Why is she crying?"

Both girls immediately tried talking over one another and became louder still and turned to argue with each other.

"ENOUGH." Yelling herself hurt her throat but she must've struck a cord if the girls flinched quiet. "This is the last time I'm going to say it. Someone's been pushed, correct? That's the acceptable part of this whole affair?" She didn't bother waiting for an answer. "Assault is not tolerated. You're high schoolers. Act like it instead of immature elementary students." Adjusting her sash she crossed her arms once again.

"Resolve that part on your own time. But everything else is my business. So let's get down to it. Who pushed who?" Not to her surprise, finger were pointed again. She sighs. "I don't have time to deal with inconsistent stories. Since none of you are willing to be honest on this matter I'll go to the security cameras and then we can have a longer talk about lies and how they make a situation worse." She turned to leave.

"Wait... wait!" Clarice stops and turns her head to one of the girls. Even with these girls beautiful forms, Claire had nary a chance to look them over. The aggravation of lies and finger pointing had grown old quickly. But it was the girl who was dripping wet that spoke up, ".. I jumped in the pool to make it look like I was pushed... so she'd..." Raising a brow Claire turns around fully and looks at the other girls. "She," pointing at the girl who had yelled in the Prefect's face, "Said things.. and it got me mad so.."

"What was the point of lying, though?" Clarice asks with furrowed brows. "Did you think I was going to take people's word for it after such finger pointing?" It didn't matter but it was the lying that was now the most offensive part of this. She didn't resume to chat with the woman and made her way to the girl who was sobbing quietly. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder, she checks to see if the girl had been hurt. The young girl turned wide eyed with tears to which Claire gave a nod. "It's alright. You're not in trouble. Do you want to tell me how this escalated?"

Now that things had calmed Vera probably couldn't hear much of what was happening now. It grew silent for some time. Perhaps things had resolved.

Untill...

SPLASH!

The sound of a loud splash could be heard. There were a mixture of gasps and calls. If Vera deigned to go and investigate she would find Clarice bending down at a girl in the pool who clung to the side of the deep end. Claire glared at the woman. The girl was going to be reprimanded soon enough, but for now she dismissed the act. Clarice then pointed to the gawkers.

"If you have no business in this situation, leave and continue your business." Not in a good or patient mood, she waited for people to leave before directing her attention back to the girls in question. "I will be checking the security cameras on this matter. If I find any further infarction, you will be escorted to a Head Girl's office. You're free to leave but separate. No further issues from this point between you girls, understand?"

With the situation quelled, the Prefect sighs and walks to the back of the entrance to the pool. She was going to have to make a report about this incident. Hopefully the Head Girl didn't mind more paperwork coming her way.

Eventually the noise calmed down only to escalate into a loud splash of someone who was now in the pool. Clarice had gotten a bit heated herself as she called the students immature elementary students. High schoolers would be an upgrade but, all of them should be acting like college students. Vera did not rise from the jaccuzi. Her Prefect was handling the matter and she would receive the reported demerits at a later time. She also doubts Claire wanted help in this matter that could easily be handled herself.

Clarice dismissed the students and told anyone else watching to go back to their business. The Prefect headed to the back only to find the Head Girl sitting in the bubbly waters. "Seems you have a knack for finding trouble, Ms. Rossignol," Vera stated, "I trust you will resolve this matter appropriately. Now then..." The silver haired woman stood up and stepped out of the jacuzzi. "I believe I can finally go for a swim."

The Head Girl was carrying a towel as well as the cyan sash that was the symbol of her position. The sash was to be with her at all times where she was in uniform. She walked past her Prefect and sets her belongings down by one of the chairs before stepping into the pool. Compared to the jaccuzi the water was much cooler. Any students who were still at the pool noted the Head Girl's presence. Even without the sash, few did not know that head of long silver hair. Vera's eyes flicked briefly across the present bodies. Noting no violations, she pushed off the edge of the pool and began swimming laps from one end of the pool to the other in the deep end. When she reached one end, she pushed off the wall of the pool to continue back the other direction. Though not part of any sports team, the Head Girl seemed to show proper grace and technique with her strokes.

If Clarice wished to speak with Vera further, the Head Girl would stop and float in the water as she listened unless the Prefect needed to make the conversation private.

Clarice turns her head to the Head Girl with surprise. With all that was happening she hadn't seen the woman enter the jacuzzi. The jetting water hid most of the Head Girl in the waters, but Claire could note the curvy features of her chest and arms as she watched the woman be in a semi-relaxed state.

Loosely crossing her arms, the Prefect could only shrug and shake her head. "It's a blessing and a curse," she replied. Looking slightly downtrodden, she looks back up at the Head Girl. "It's not that I even mind.. it's the lying. When I would either already know or would obviously find the truth.. it's not always like this is it? Busy?"

She watches the woman sit up and get out of the jacuzzi. A small intake of breath. Yes, Shokushu had beautiful females for their own reasons and it was a unique case to find a more average looking student on the grounds. But she couldn't help but admire the honest beauty of the silver haired woman. That familiar face, the wisdom she carried. Not a blemish to her well toned body. And with only a swimsuit on, Vera left much of her skin bare for anyone to notice.

The blonde woman fell silent as she half followed the woman back to the pool. She broke her staring. Clearing her throat she glanced around her. Was such an audience just a moment. Now there was nary a single student. She hadn't told people to leave the pool..

Then she watched a few scurry off with their towels to the changing area. She narrowed her eyes. It really made her feel that both she and Vera were being avoided on purpose.

She glanced back to the swimming Head Girl. She looks down at the rippling waters. She takes a step back from it. "One of the girls tried to push me in in her rage.." she said not even looking to see if Vera had heard her. She blinks and finally returns her gaze to other woman. "You have good form. Do you come here often after school hours?"

Vera prided herself on everything from her skills and experience to her natural talents and beauty. Even without her empathic ability, she had learned how to read students from their expressions to their posture. The Head Girl noticed the sharp breath along with the flare of emotion that echoed within the blonde Prefect. There was no doubt a level of attraction the woman had towards the silver haired woman. Vera could only wonder if this was fresh feelings or echoes of the woman's forgotten past? Was Clarice always interested in women over men or was that due to the island as well? Shokushu island could shape and change a woman into something unrecognizable from the original and the student could still think everything was normal. It was truly insidious what this place can do you. Vera was well aware that she was not spared these effects.

"I schedule at least one day a week to go for a swim. I cannot just sit at my desk all day," Vera stated, "I keep my schedule semi-consistent so students who wish to avoid me can find a day to swim themselves. But, I do change it from time to time just to keep them guessing and check on them."

The Head Girl rested her arms against the edge of the pool as her body pressed against the smooth surface she had kicked off earlier. "Have you been taking care of yourself, Ms. Rossignol?" Vera asked, "You mentioned before that your body had atrophied. Getting active again should help restore your damaged muscles. Were any of the tutors I recommended helpful in your math classes?"

Vera pushed off the wall and floated a bit out in the water. Arms stroked backwards as she did another lap. "What do you have left on your plate today?" Vera asked when she returned.

Eyeing the water, she focuses on Vera's attentive eyes. "I seem to be one of few Prefects that are active so I've been making my rounds through much of the university on my own. It's given me a great deal of leg work." A joke, but she was serious. Aside from Vera, herself and perhaps another Prefect she was sure they were covering most of the student population at the moment. THat meant steady but heavy work for all included. Not that Clarice minded. Feeling useful was a good means of not feeling like wasted space with hardly a recollection to call her own on important matters.

"I've been doing some aerobic training on my own and cardio. I did get that medication but I'm to take them at night as they have muscle relaxers in them and can cause drowsiness."

"Oh and yes. Those tutors you mentioned, first one I contacted has been a life send. She's slow and patient with me and I think my cognitive skills are improving and getting to where I'm reflexively thinking faster. Healing," she says with a nod. "I can at least say that."

Her mood to answer questions drops slightly at the last one. Curious though, she raises a brow. "Other than writing out a report on this incident, I don't have much on my schedule this evening," she answers. "Why do you ask?"

"Less Head Girls means less Prefects unfortunately," she stated, "Shokushu has certainly recognized your efforts as have I. You are doing very well but, do not burn yourself out."

"I am glad that one my recommended tutors was able to help you recover," Vera added, "If your grades continue to improve, I will have no issues with allowing you to continue serving as one of my Prefects."

Vera noted the slight decline in mood as she drifted in the water. Long silver hair fanned out across the water's surface as her glistening form continued to float. "Is there a problem with my question, Ms. Rossignol?" Vera asked firmly, "I was merely going to offer you an opportunity to take a break. To stay and speak with me. You were so eager to speak with me when you could before. But if that is too much of a bother, you are certainly free to continue with what you had planned."

She was uncertain what caused Claire's mood to drop. As the Prefect's superior, asking what further business the woman had was completely normal to Vera. She truly hoped that rebellious trait of the blonde woman's past was not returning. Besides, she was giving the student an opportunity to continue staring at the beautiful woman in the water.

Long legs kicked the water as she continued with her usual routine. She took short gulps of air between strokes as the silver haired woman quickly reached one end of the pool then the other. Her heart pounded harder as she continued her work out, satisfying the expectations her own superiors had in maintaining her body.

She blinks and shakes her head. "Oh ... no it's not that. I jumped to conclusions," she said with embarrassment. "I umm... had thought you were going to ask join you in the pool." Her eyes fall on the water again. "I remember not being the best swimmer.." she mutters. Watching Vera show her athleticism was something to behold, but she couldn't escape her apprehensiveness to lingering near the pool. She had flashes of flailing and choking underneath the surface. Bad dreams or.. something more? She couldn't be sure.

"But," she clears her throat, "Obviously I was wrong to assume something like that. Besides, I wouldn't want to bother you and stop you from relaxing," she said shifting on her feet. She felt foolish letting her mind wander far ahead of what the Head Girl had intended. It had nothing to do with Vera but her own misgivings. She realizes the woman wouldn't have offered for her to stay if she hadn't intended to keep conversation.

Was she always this uncertain?

"Claire..." Vera swam back to the edge her Prefect was standing near, "Why do you think you were sent straight to me? You are my Prefect. If there was anyone on this island that knew you more than anyone, it would be your Head Girl. I am well aware of your concerns about swimming hence why I did not ask. You also have enough tells informing me that you do not wish to be in the water."

Her eyes narrow a bit as she watched Clarice. It seemed this one was not really good with being given options. Perhaps it was better to just be direct. "Find a chair and sit," Vera said firmly, "If you wish to talk, you may. Otherwise, relax. I am going to finish my laps. Do not go anywhere. When I am done, we will relax together."

The Head Girl continued with her swim, not allowing her Prefect to voice any protests. Vera did not stop until her workout was completed several minutes later. Only then did the silver haired woman step out of the pool. Her eyes flicked over to her Prefect who was hopefully still with her. "Towel," she stated, seeing how the woman would respond to simple direct commands. If this woman was still struggling with direction, it was the Head Girl's responsibility to steer this one in the direction she wished the woman to go.

If the towel was retrieved, Vera would use it to dry off. "I will need a shower before I can return to my duties," Vera stated, "You will join me and wash my hair and back. I trust such a task should be much easier than dealing with screaming elementary students." The Head Girl would head towards the back where the locker room showers were. She retrieved her sash along the way and ensured chairs were put back where they belong.

"Ah.." her words left her. She could only blame herself for making a once casual conversation awkward and cumbersome. Feeling she owed Vera some semblance of comprehension, she silently nods and takes a seat at one of the lounge chairs. It bothered her to know end how clunky her speech with this woman was. As if she didn't know what the Head Girl's expectations were or her feelings towards her Prefect weren't clear enough. It was like she wanted to spend time with her, but wanted to find ways of getting out of it. And it had only been to the silver haired woman she had such conflictions about. With no sense to add to it.

Attempting to relax, she leaned back and watched the woman do her laps. It was actually impressive how graceful and swift she was in the waters. Like a dolphin but with steady strokes that only rippled the water as she paddled and swam through. Her composure seemed unyielding, never stuttering. Such discipline seemed beyond what Claire expected herself to ever get near.

Curious she clocked her once and found the woman would be perfectly fit for competition if she ever decided to. It was something to be in awe of. But of course it was as her thoughts led her, time past enough when the woman was done. A simple word brought the blonde back to reality. She furrowed her brows. She had not been expecting a barked command as that. Mildly bothered, she didn't voice it and simply got up. Grabbing the woman's towel, she returns as Vera got out of the pool. Offering the towel, she watched her wet body be dabbed by the cloth to dry herself.

The next line of commands made her eyes widen. Her brows furrow harshly. Had she heard her right? Her heart raced and pulse picked up. Her guard suddenly flung up in wariness. What kind of demand was that? She barely knew the woman or was starting to know her. Now she would be in a shower stall with this woman.. alone.. and naked. Even the quip about what she had accurately called her fellow classmates did not break her stiffened stance.

Maybe this was.. normal?

She relaxes slightly as her through process a possible justification? They were both girls so there was not really anything they both hadn't seen. Should be something to be used to as adults. ".. it would be, yeah." Even she wasn't sure what tone that was in her response. Just blank compliance? But she tried to calm her heightened distress quietly. This was Vera she had been speaking to. Surely she wouldn't ask this of Claire if it wasn't something to be casual about. And it was just assisting one cleaning themselves. Unsure why the Head Girl would need help, but it was a way to not part and continue talking.

Maybe she was over-reacting.

Following the girl to the locker room showers, quietly contemplating this new turn of events. Reaching the locker room, Clarice set her belongings to the side. Heart beat racing once more, there was no prolonging it as she found herself before a locker. Glancing over at Vera and if she was herself looking in her direction she would immediately turn around. Bringing a towel to her bench she then began to take off her clothes. First her sash she gently folds, then her outer vest and so on. When it got to her shirt she slowly started to unbutton it. A small hesitation, but she eventually sheds it, leaving her bra the only thing not exposing her chest. If Vera was peering she would see what looked to be an unfortunate surgical scar on her upper back. Otherwise her body was not marred or blemished.

She slowly but unclipped her bra. A feeling of comfort rushed over her as her breasts were allowed their freedom, bouncing slightly before coming to rest. She then pushed down her skirt, leaving just her panties the only thing stopping her from being completely nude. Another moment of hesitation before she worked those down. Her smooth buttocks exposed, she let her panties fall around her ankles and stepped out of them, bending her knees to pick them up so she didn't give Vera a show. Wrapping a towel around herself, she took her clothes and put them in a locker for safe keeping. Finally she turns to Vera, expecting to follow her to one of the shower stalls.

The Head Girl generally preferred her Prefects, servants, and pets to act on their own initiative. But, Claire did have reasons for hesitation. The student was still an empty vessel. Vera could only wait for so long for this vessel to fill on her own. Clarice had already shown desire to remain a Prefect and working under the Head Girl. It was about time to see just how far that service would go.

What was normal and what was normal on Shokushu were two very different things. That detail was irrelevant though. Claire knew nothing of her past nor the outside world. Shokushu was her world now and it was Vera's duty to ensure this recovering student learned that it meant to serve on this island. Vera saw various outcomes to this. The student could resist and that rebellious trait would need to be dealt with once more. Claire could accept this as normal and adapt it to her way of thinking much like all her previous duties and expectations as a student and Prefect. The blonde student could also remain indecisive, never really fully grasping the situation but obediently followed orders from the only woman that seemed to have a grasp of this student's past.

Claire reacted in various ways. There was indeed some resistance to the sudden commanding tone Vera had taken. But, the word 'no' never came up nor any questions of why this was happening the way it was. Vera dried herself off and handed the towel back to Claire to carry. The two would enter the locker rooms. There, the two beautiful women would change out of their respective attire.

The blonde student had stolen looks of Vera before. But, this was the first time the Prefect would see the Head Girl in the nude. The silver haired woman seemed to have no issues with stripping in front of someone else. Then again, they were in an all girls locker room.

Vera peeled off her swimsuit, bending over as the damp fabric slid past her hips and ass and down her long silky thighs. She stepped out of the suit and sat up, hands pulling back long silver strands of hair back behind her shoulders. There was not a mark on the Head Girl's body. She was like a perfectly crafted doll. The Head Girl did not look back as she headed into one of the shower stalls and turned the hot water on. Hearing footsteps, Vera knew Claire was following close behind. She stepped into the warm cascade of water and allowed herself to soak in its warmth. Hands grabbed the soap which she used to lather up her hands and run them over her body.

No further commands were given yet. Claire was left staring at the glistening body showering before her.

Clarice followed quietly behind Vera. There was nothing to say. She couldn't be sure what the Head Girl was thinking, but it was too late to back away now. The woman before her was much more casual on the situation, not bothering to hide herself in a towel like the hesitant Prefect. When they reached the stall of choice, Claire looked with uncertainty as she the towel slipped off and hung up on the rack nearby. Intertwining her fingers, her arms hung before her as she entered the shower with the woman.

The warm waters fell on Vera mostly, but even if she were under the detachable shower head it wouldn't have helped the blonde's shuddering. She was nervous, of course she would be. This was much different than any other task given. She wasn't quite sure if this was a reward for her efforts or Vera giving her something for being unsubtle about admiring her beauty from afar.

There was obvious hesitance. Clarice grabbed the shampoo. She waited for the woman to not be directly under the cascading waters. While the Head Girl used the soap to lather herself up front, she felt hands touch the back of her head. Delicate fingers reached up and lightly petted the top of her head, lathering her hair from the top and working her way down. She was gentle in her efforts. Much more so than she had expected. Hands would rub against her back as she lathered the shampoo into the locks of silver.

There was a heavy silence thus far. Which only heightened the intimacy for the blonde woman. She could tell there was no one else in here. That left her wondering how long this moment would last between the two women.