Go with May.

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May shuts the door behind her, locking it.

"C'mon, let's go,"

You find her spunky attitude cute, so you allow her to lead, your eyes gravitating to her tightly-packaged ass. The stirring in your loins makes you remember that there's a pretty big weight attached to it now.

How are you going to get that thing off you? Jeez you hope you're not going to have to find that Michele, or her crazy roommates, though May seems really nice...

"Where are we going?" you ask May, as you leave the girls' dorms area, moving down an elevator.

She smiles timidly, "Some friends of mine'll know how to get those off. Right now I think they'll be in one of the labs, testing some chemicals."

"Oh."

With a subdued and awkward silence (at least to you), you move through the foreign halls, nearly losing May among the crowds in the social areas. Eventually you take another elevator, cross through a deserted hallway and up a stairwell, to a small room in the far side of the main classroom building.

"Here we are," May says in a sing-song tone.

She opens the door and you both enter. It shuts with a click.

The room is filled with empty vials and glass beakers, black-topped chemical-resistant tabletops, and glass cabinets. In the center of the room, three girls are congregated. All wearing lab coats, the tallest is an Indian girl with straight hair and brown eyes. She's chatting with a thin Asian girl, her dark hair tied in a knot. The last is typing away on a computer, she seems the oldest, with long blonde hair, thin-rimmed glasses, and a small bosom.

The chatting girls are alerted to your presence, they look up confusedly at May.

"Hi May?" the Asian says.

"Yeah, who's the... guy with the handcuffs?"

The blonde raises her eyes up from the computer at that.

"Oh umm, this is..."

May introduces you, explaining to them that Michele has put handcuffs on you and you don't know where the key is.

The blonde looks at you clinically, gaze looking up and down. You don't like that look.

"You might compromise your position with this, May," she says seriously, the other girls looking at each other but not saying anything.

May nods, "I know... but for him to escape, it means he's pretty strong willed, right? I couldn't pass up the chance."

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