The teen was walking across campus, uncomfortable dress heels clicking loudly on the walking path. She had been “volunteered” to help host “some stupid party” for the staff after she had skipped several classes this week. The alternative was detention, a proposal she’d not heard of since grade school. It hadn’t seemed like a bad idea at first, though the dress they’d asked her to wear hardly seemed appropriate, considering the usual tongue lashing she got for wearing jeans to class.

The black party dress came down to her ankles but was slit up to her thighs on the sides, and covered most of her large chest, though hinted at her breasts on the side, and left her back completely uncovered with its halter top. It wasn’t that she was terribly prudish, but it still seemed an odd thing to ask a student to wear to a staff event.

Stranger still was the door at which she arrived. Supposedly the party was within, though it looked something like the entrance to an old storm shelter like she’d seen in the movies. After opening the heavy iron door, her curiosity only grew. Stone steps lead down into a basement and, upon venturing further, shutting the door behind her, she realized this place was likely the bowels of the school. Rooms that she assumed to hold furnaces, cleaning supplies, and other things seemed more like a dungeon, straight from the inquisition.

After venturing a bit further inside, she began to wonder exactly where it was she was supposed to go. It was difficult enough walking around in these shoes… she didn’t care to explore the entire basement. “Hello?” She asked to nobody, venturing a guess towards the nearest door at that time, and creaking it open…

the door Jag openned led to what appeared to be a glamourous banquet hall complete with food, chilled champegne & wine as well as coats though there was no one there. the only life within the well lit room that didn't seem to fit with the rest of the basement.

If she looked she'd eventually see a single motion on one of the tables, a small fox with two tails leaning over one of the trays of food devouring everything on it.

"Wow-wow!"

it exclaimed as it lifted it's face and licked it's muzzle free of sauce.

The redheaded young woman looked about the room, noting the small, rather cute animal sitting on the table, but wondering where everyone was. “Hello?” she started again, taking a step into the room and letting the heavy door close behind her. After the voice chirped up, however, she took a look around, behind her, at all corners of the room. Still she could only see the small animal, and surely it hadn’t spoken.

“Hellooo… come on, I’m here to host the party or whatever? Where are you?” she asked, growing more irritated by the second. It was bad enough that she had to do this, let alone in this outfit.

The redhead simply crossed her arms under her chest and waited, looking about, finally walking over to the small fox like creature.

The fox like creature looked to Jag with a cheerful expression on it's face, though could foxes smile? Well this one could at least. again it let out it's three chime bark to the young woman it's eyes seemed to glance at the next tray of food on the table as if it were still hungry.

The two tails on the animal might also seem quite odd; but, that could be just a simple mutation. Then came an odd sound, music? The sort of music that fit into a horror hentai rather than a staff party. anyone whom had ever gotten in trouble in the school knew that the basement wasn't a place normally used for parties, it was the most horrific place to be sent.

Jag looked about the room a few more times, her eyes drawn back to the small creature. She could swear it was smiling at her… did it have two tails?..

“So what did you do with everyone, lil amigo?” she laughs, a slight smile on her face. Just about that time, music started playing. Not a hoping party beat, not even the annoying music she’d expect at a staff party. Something right out of a horror film, the music you hear right before something bad happens.

“Ohhhhkay that’s about enough of that…” she grumbles, hiding her fear as usual, though a slight quivering of her hand might be noticed by those looking at just the right time. “I’m just gonna go if you’re gonna mess with me. I’ll do detention over this.” She said, getting up, her long dress flourishing.

But miss this IS detention.

Jag would hear in a sweet feminine voice as if it were echoing throughout the room. yet still all that was there was the small fox barking gently three times in sucession looking at her with it's adorable blue eyes moving into the next tray of food to stuff it's face on.

The door I'm afraid is more than locked well enough to keep you in

the voice explained to her mind as the fox ate, the fox as it happened was the one speaking into Jags mind but, no one would be able to tell no one ever could tell that the fox and the monster they met shortly after were one in the same and Quaetea would never tell.

Now what's your name before we begin your punishment?

Though the antics of the unseen (or so she thought) tormentor were actually doing an excellent job of frightening jag, she, as per usual, masked it quite well. The teen crossed her arms and looked about, making no move for the door even as she was informed of its status.

“Ok then…” she mumbled to herself, occasionally looking to the tiny animal eating what she assumed to be the party favors. If they were going to mess with her she sure as heck wasn’t going to stop the furry little creature from spoiling their party. She managed a quick smile, though it was subdued even quicker as the voice spoke again.

“I thought this was to get out of detention… look, if I didn’t need to be dressed up like this…” she started, but then shook her head. She wanted to get out of here, not make them angry. “Ok… ok… what’s my punishment then?” She asked softly, not a tone she usually used.