The woman standing may not be the absolute most beautiful woman you've ever seen, but she is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in person. She looks to be a head shorter than you, with ankle length auburn hair that's currently tied in a plain pony tail, dark chocolate eyes, and breasts that are at least DD. Its kind of hard to tell what the rest of her looks like, though, because right now she has a huge belly that blocks your sight of her hips and thighs, and looks a little odd. You've seen quite a few vores right after a meal, and she looks a little off - the bulge is sitting too low, you think, and based on the sharp outlines - very feminine outlines - she either just ate or she's not digesting her prey.
The woman gives you a brief glance, then walks right past you and flops down on the other bed; unless you're much mistaken, she must be your roommate.
"I heard we finally got another male member," she says, and her voice is just as pretty as the rest of you. "Unless Christine was talking about someone else with an insanely high pain threshold."
"No, that's me," you say. "It wasn't really that painful."
The woman rolls onto her side and looks at you. "See, only somebody with a high tolerance could say that. Most people, they start screaming their lungs out during our test, then they pass out. Or their hearts' stop from being hooked up to the school's primary power supply."
You feel a little ill. You thought they were using a car battery. That was a lot of juice they ran through you; you hope there aren't any side effects.
"Anyway," the woman continues, either oblivious to or uncaring about your discomfort, "you passed, so welcome to UDT."
She smiles briefly, then frowns as something, either an elbow or knee, makes a large bulge in her gut. She punches the offending limb none to gently, eliciting a muffled yelp, but her own skin appears unaffected.
"Quit poking around, I'm talking here," she snaps at her gut. "Sorry," she says to you, "some people think that just 'cause we don't normally do digestion they can get away with being rude. Anyway, I see you've settled in."
She looks over your, very meager, contributions to the room's decor. Her eyes quickly find the photo you just put on your dresser and :