Charlette’s eyes suddenly went wide and bright. She had gotten an idea, one that just might work. As she felt Tira’s hands work up her back, she stammered out in a hopeful tone, “Wa-wait… I can he-help you.”

Charlette was lucky, Tira was in a talkative mood. Tira, leaning down, nuzzled on Charlette’s ear and whispered to her softly, “I think I can help myself…”

Charlette pressed on in a slightly more panicked tone, “I could get you more food. I-I could invite them to my house, have a party, gather a load… they would think it is a party for them but it would be a party for you…”

Tira thought for a second as Charlette’s breathing got heavier. It wasn’t a bad plan, the voracious students did like to have parties once and a while where they just hung out and swallowed prey. The problem was organizing one, each girl could only bring one or 2 and that wasn’t much for a party, to get more they needed to invite a load to a place they couldn’t escape. Charlette’s plan all depended on one thing, did Tira want a party?