Rose smirks, patting Dove's ass and then letting her skirt fall back down. "That's right," she drawls, tucking her cock away back into her panties and setting about straightening her clothes. Somewhere in the distance the bell rings, signalling the end to their lunch period, and Rose looks unfazed by it. After all, she's not the one with filth dribbling out of her and into her panties.

Without a second glance, she opens the stall door and crosses to the large mirror opposite, checking her hair in the mirror, rinsing her mouth clean with water from the faucet and watching the faint streaks of blood wash down the drain.

"Are you almost ready? We'll be late."