No rest for the wicked. More than a little nervous thanks to your recent friend's description, you go directly to the main office, not even bothering to dispose of the remains of the girl in your bowels. The bathroom can wait a few minutes. You suspect your life may be on the line.

As it turns out, you're in the waiting room for half an hour anyway, sitting on a just mildly uncomfortable couch, likely designed that way on purpose. There's another secretary, typing at a computer and answering a phone. She's dressed the same as the one you ate, and even looks a lot like her. But this one barely gives you a second glance.

Finally you're buzzed in, and you shuffle inside the main office. It's enormous. And it looks disturbingly like a kitchen made for the preperation of human-sized meals without the benefit of cooking. There's a very large, comfy looking sofa against one wall, a few equally cushy armchairs here and there, and a desk in the corner. It all looks very expensive.

Then your eyes catch sight of the woman herself. The Headmistress is lounging on the sofa, buck naked. Her clothes are folded neatly on her desk, and a few other scattered pieces...jeans, sneakers, a thong...lie nearby. She's an impressive, gorgeous figure. She must be six and a half feet tall, with a voluptuous hourglass figure. Her platinum-blonde hair is tied up in a bun, not a strand out of place. Her tongue runs over a pair of full, ruby-red lips, as her hand rubs circles over her immensely round abdomen. Obviously, she's just eaten. The only things she's wearing are a watch, and a pair of thin rectangular glasses. Even her shoes and stockings are on the desk.

She arches a brow when she hears the door shut behind you, looking up. Then she smiles with those lovely lips of hers, and sits up, resting her oversized stomach on her thighs.

"I've been watching you. There are cameras all over the halls..."