All the work the Head Girls put forth with the assistance of the school staff was all for this night. Soon the politicians back on Earth will learn just who they are dealing with and that their ADD was no match for the big picture. But sadly tonight also meant working harder than any of the past few days before.

Vera walked the halls with a cellphone to her ear as she checked each and every room in her dorm. High heeled black boots thud loudly as the woman moved quickly, running a master key through each and every lock and checking inside. The Head Girl was of course already in costume and ready to attend when done with her final checks. Unfortunately, she was not exempt from this glorious occasion and would no doubt be a feast for one of the many monsters attending.

"It will be fine, stop panicking," Vera replied calmly as she checked the roof of the dorm for students, "Yes I know those cameras are not working, you have said it five times now. They are each in separate rooms, so just use the other cameras in there and continue recording. I am sure the message will come across even if we are lacking an angle or two. Are the beacons on? Good, continue to rotate them on and off to lead the creatures towards the prom but do not activate the last one until the Headmaster gives the signal."

Sighing, she closed the cellphone and looked out from on top of the roof. She could see the students making their way towards the prom in their various costumes. Off in the distance, holigrams gave the illusion of buses arriving with male students for the girls to dance and talk to. Fools, they do not even have a clue. Not that knowing would stop the inevitable.

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Katya had really outdone herself with the setup and decorations. The use of dark wallpaper and curtains game the gym a very dim look without being complete darkness. There was enough light to make out the people who were attending but just dark enough to shoud the room in a shadow and mystery.

Vera's dark outfit hugged tightly to her features, the front open to reveal the depths of her cleavage as straps pressed the luscious orbs together. Much like the other dark outfits attending, black was the color for this night. To add to the mood, she painted her nails black and added a faint touch of black eyeliner to add to her fair features.

The Head Girl kept to herself though as she entered the dark element areas of the prom. She kindly refused opportunities to dance with a few of the male students. Knowing the truth made things seem more obvious. She could see the glint in their eyes showing their hunger for her body. The attention brought a tingle down her spine but Vera could easily control herself. Regular students kept their distance from her. Though she was not wearing her sash, students knew her well enough and her reputation was enough to give the asian woman a wide berth as they find their own places to dance and converse.

Beyond the faint smiles and polite bows, she remained disinterested in the event. She found herself an chair to sit in. Being on her feet all day and night was beginning to wear on her and the night had only just begun. Vera was just going to rest a bit knowing soon enough she would need all the strength she could muster.

Vera rose to her feet after her short rest and moved to one of the few punch bowls that were throughout the room. There was nothing special in the punch but efforts were made to ensure the punch in the dark elements area was a deep crimson, the color of blood. She sipped her glass lightly as she watched students filter into the room or move on to a room that properly matched their costume.

The giddy emotions and puppy love floating about the room was making her nauseous. She blocked her empathic senses, letting forth a soft sigh of relief. Seeing girls fall head over heels in love with the first boy that winks at them was bad enough. She did not want to sense these utterly brief emotions.

Her eyes flick over to a few arrivals she recognized. Cala and Pia were of course together as they wasted little time to begin dancing close to one another. She would never claim to be jealous of such a sight. But she would like to ensure her slave knew her place after this party was said and done. The Head Girl was not about to let Pia get in the way of her progress with her little toy.

Loosening her tight grip on her glass, she heard some commotion coming from the entrance. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire through the small crowd as people parted to let two new arrivals pass. The students had every reason to gawk at the man and woman. The man looked to be an older professor though it was no professor she has ever seen or heard of. To claim that the woman with him was a teacher would not do her justice. The outfit was far too exotic for a mere student to come up with and the appearance gave thoughts of royalty and nobility rather than being just a mere staff member.

The initial shock passed as students moved with their dates to their tables or out onto the dance floor. Vera continued to watch the two move about the room occasionally exchanging words. The woman's attire gave a variety of mixed signals. One wanted to be close to such beauty while another gave the sense of merely looking and not touching. Shaking her head gently, she cursed herself for having such foolish thoughts. As far as she was concerned, this prom was more of a job than a party for her.

Setting her glass down, the Head Girl decided to take a walk for now. She greeted a few students that built up the courage to approach her. Vera politely refused a few offers to dance from man and woman alike. Such an occasion she would probably accept but knowing the boys were monsters and the students were asking merely due to a dare or perhaps a second motive tended to make her keep her distance from the others. She at least had the impressive decorations to occupy her time as she admired the many gothic paintings and statues that lined the large room.

The Asian woman continued to take in the sights of the room. The artwork was impressive as expected. Unfortunately the tone was much too dark to be used in her suite. Perhaps she could ask Katya's opinion on such matters. She did not want any of the statues but perhaps a tasteful painting or two to add to her room. Of course she would have to ensure her pet does not damage them and maintains them properly.

As time passed, she was able to relax a little. She knew what was coming but the dark and formal mood of the room was gradually changing the students into character. There were still some students giggling and breaking the atmosphere but overall the gloomy feeling was setting in. This allowed the Head Girl to allow her senses to awaken again without being bombarded so much with sickening affection and swooning over boys.

The sound of classical instruments filled the room as a band of students with horns and tails began providing some entertainment and music to dance and relax to. With the dark shadows and many distractions, she was left to herself for the time being. That is until she heard footsteps approaching from behind her.

A rough voice spoke up a polite greeting and introduction. But it was not an introduction for himself but rather the woman that was with him. Vera turned to face the two to see that they were the ones dressed like guests of honor. She regarded the older man briefly before focusing more on the woman, Natsuki Saika.

"It does," she replied calmly with a soft smile, "Vera Matsumoto, pleased to meet you Ms. Saika." Vera gave the woman a respectful bow. "I do hope you are enjoying yourself here. I must say that outfit is stunning, very exotic and seems to put the rest of us to shame." The Head Girl smirked slyly to show she meant no hostility by the remark.

"I must apologize as you have me at a disadvantage," she continued, "Are you a new student or perhaps a new staff member to the island?" Or perhaps something more, she thought to herself. The Head Girl had doubts that these two were students or teachers. Natsuki was difficult to read emotion wise but at least there was flickers of an aura about the woman. The man on the other hand had nothing. She could not sense anything at all. She could have better luck trying to read the emotions of the furniture in the room than this man or whatever he was. Vera knew she was not dealing with ordinary people but monsters were guests as well and she intended to remain polite. Some monsters beyond the rape and sexual hunger can be quite pleasing for conversation afterall.