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Cee'd spent the trip back from the cove admiring her new ankle bracelet, a silver chain with tiny thorns that now glinted above her high priced heels. She wasn't flighty and the reality of her situation didn't hold any less weight but there was something about a new bauble that could soothe this girl's soul.

All she'd been given was a room number. The dorm building seemed alright, small and much like a college campus (and nothing like home) but she could deal with that. Until her path took her down.

And down.

And it was musty like it had been flooded recently.

And there were no windows.

And she was pretty sure that cracked door had a torture device behind it.

"Awe heeehhhhlll nooooo." Past the heavy doors, "Hehhhhhllll nooooooooowwwuh." Farther down, her heels clicked on the stones at an increasing speed until they stopped in front of the proper door.

She literally stomped and tossed her head, throwing her arms up in the air before a dramatic sweep of them crossing tightly over her chest. <******** that. ******** that." To no one. She opened the door. "Fuuuuuhuuuuuuck theeeeis."

Cee jumped, whether out of genuine surprise or just for effect. "I swear ta gahd you'll kill a b***h sneakin up like that!" Her manicured hand splayed widely on her ample chest, generously displayed under the loose hanging top that was slipped down one shoulder. "Like, it ain't a cardboard box in Trent'n but still."

The heavy dungeon door was pushed open with the same hand now and Cee just shook her head. "Oh look, someone's pretendin like it'sa actual room." There was a rusty little dorm bed, like something out of an abandoned asylum, with shockingly white sheets folded on top, a wool blanket, a folded white and gold trimmed coat, and several year old cell phone and in the middle of the room there was a rolly purple and gold Louis Vuitton suitcase.

This resulted in a shrill sound of elation. "Thank ******** CHRIST!!" And then just as quickly as Cee yelled, she stopped, squinted and sniffed. A cool smile spread over her moistened lips, "Are you smokin?"

"Ha!" Cee actually gave him a wink and flapped her hand at the young man. "A'right playa, a'right."

She was very focused on her suitcase and crouched down to lay it flat and fiddle with the zippers. The small luggage lock apparently had been broken, which did not bode well. As it flipped open there was a small bundle of clothing stuffed to one side, another louis vuitton bag (by the clacking it was makeup) and the rest of it was shoes. Heels and wedge sneakers and boots all of high end brands.

"My babies.." She said reverently a moment before fluttering her eyes over again, "Who told you that s**t? I ain't seen anyone with a shaved head. The guy woke me up looked like some kinna japanese cartoon character actually.." She motioned around her head with her hands to indicate weird and elaborate hair. "Plus I uh.. been here before and that's some bull."

With her makeup bag in hand she rose and sat on the extremely creaky bed. "So neighbor.." She was pretty, and not for lack of trying. Even straight out of the pod she sported the remnant tint of lipstick and several years growth of hair just made her bangs all that much easier to flip. The tan skin and dark eyes identified her as some sort of mediterranean descent though the accent spoke all-american. "I'm Cee."

She patted the cot next to her if he wanted to sit. "What's yer name? You new too?"

"Ever." She said it, a teasing imitation of his own voice, before a grin. "Cool. I'm actually Concetta." The name rolled with the proper italian accent. "But only mama calls me that and usually sort of a shrill screaming."

"This is my first day.. like seriously just got out of the pod." Her eyes bulged with an adamant look. "I feel like i need a shower or something I dunno. Like how long was I even in there? I had all these crazy dreams and one of them I woke up here before.. And it was like, so much the same." Which had been her 'previous visit' she'd mentioned.

"Whatever." That quickly she dismissed the oddity of it all. She was the type to power through and roll on. "Let's see if my stash survived."

Cee scooted to dump her makeup bag between them on the cot. It was lipsticks and concealers, compacts of powders, nail polishes, other skin tone colored bottles that most guys would know nothing about. She picked up a chunky pocket mirror and 2 different lipstick tubes. She carefully unscrewed the lipstick ends and peered inside.

"Nooooooo..." A manicured finger was shoved inside and removed to be covered in nothing but powder. She hurriedly found that the other tube was similarly empty and a the hidden compartment in the compact was waved under Ever's nose to just tease him with the scent of high quality bud.

"Fuuucks. Those ********. Well some shithead is havin a nice night tonight. Yer right. It's all a goddamn test."

"Sister don't play.." Cee grinned and sniffed it herself. "s**t I'm just gonna keep it and smell it and be sad ******** sack ok."

Cee accepted the cigarette with a smile, taking a slow drag in that way pretty girls did when they didnt want to muss their lipstick. Even without the lipstick, it was an old habit.

"You.." She spoke heavily through her drag, the smoke simply spilling from her lips in full waves without a formal exhale. "are ******** little goddamn angel. Like on the church cielin'." Her free hand extended to sift into his golden-white hair and so long as he didn't pull away she would gently play with it before caressing his cheek with a thumb. "A little ******** angel next door."

The young woman pulled her feet up onto the bed, now free of her heels she had painted toes that were just as tan as the rest of her. Her slim legs curled behind her and she flopped sideways to prop her head on her free hand and take another drag. Her dark hair fell in waves and it was obvious she knew all the right angles to sit. Her loose top slipped to expose ample cleavage and the way her lips curled around the cigarette were just right. Even in the slimming black leggings it was obvious that she had a butt that just wouldn't quit.

"So.. you just wanna go?" She motioned to all of her. "Have some fun on the first night?" He was pretty, maybe a bit effiminate, but this was her test. Would he be her good friend? Or would he be best girlfriend?

"HA!" She pointed the two fingers holding the cigarette. "I ******** knew it.. well I thought I did. Usually I got a fleet of queens doing the work for me, bein' like 'gurl no'." A fleet was definitely an overestimation but he didn't know that.

"Thank god though cause I wanted to get changed." And apparently knowing he was gay made all the difference. Cee got up and shoved her heavy door shut and put the cigarette out on the stone wall. There was a beat up wooden table, about the size of a side table, that she pulled out of the corner and sat beside the bed. Her 3/4 of a cigarette was put down in the meantime.

"You are def not my type." She assured him. "But I been wit all types sooooooo..... plus I like the big noses," a grand gesture was made at herself, "ITALIAN."

Her loose shirt was stripped off leaving her in a black bra. She was in shape with a large bust leading to a thin waist and back out to round hips. "Mostly my 'dating' was wit my sugar daddies so seriously... looks were not a thing." She laughed easily about providing her time to older men and reaping the monetary benefits. "You know most of them don't even wanna ********? They just want you walkin around wit'em. School's also so ******** smooth when you throw a little.." she mimed a b*****b, "inta the mix."

Her leggings were stripped off and she cared not that her thonged butt was too close to her new friend within moments of them meeting. She fished out of her meager clothing selection a pair of booty shorts and another tee. Cee's slender feet were shoved into a pair of pink sequined Ugg boots.

"I even been with a coupl'a girls." Yes, she said it as if telling a gay person that you'd done gay stuff was some sort of accomplishment and gave her points of some kind. There was something very young about the way she spoke of her exploits. It was a telling account of her history without the woman even realizing. She was used to being the cool girl in school. She was throwing out all the stops to stay that way, even in this new place.

In a further testament to that she waved nonchalantly, "But I don't believe in all that dumb commitment stuff. Only person I'm committed to is me."

Fully dressed, she wrenched the door back open and plopped back on the bed. The room was stiflingly small.

"I dunno ohmygaaahd." Her did that same emphatic bulge as before, "I seen one of those iron maiden things in one room when I was comin down here. What the ********."

Cee then stood, hands on hips and made a squinty expression at the room. She plainly and calmly relayed, "This room ******** sucks." Then proceeded to unpack. She had no dresser, just the cot and the small table and TADA a tiny tiny shelf serving as a makeshift headboard to the 'bed'.

The makeup kit was gathered, "No! You could do one of them.. twink-bear things. You just gotta get you a nice rich bear." Cee grinned at him and zipped up the bag to put on the shelf. Her few items of clothes were next sat on the small table. "Or are you, like, one of them guys that dates a dude the same exact height and build as you so no one knows if yer brothers or boyfrens? Or like just weird hipsters."

She hopped and clenched her hands tightly. "s**t yea. Let's do that right now!"

She didn't seem like someone who would do manual labor but for the sake of her living space for the indefinite future, she would be willing to try. This new life was supposed to be freedom from the old one and she'd try anything once.

"You think we can shift it?" Cee was edging the door further open with the backs of her heels while looking at the creepy thing. "Though I dunno like a tasteful," she waved her hands, "like a tapestry? Over it? Or like.. It could be a hat rack for all my uh.. ********.. lack of hats?"

She then jumped, "OH OH.. we'll tell them ******** its an art piece describing our uh ********... uh.. internal imprisonment and like.. lack of ability to show our true selves.." She nodded, wide eyed, in a joking attempt to not do the work.

"Alright it's gotta go."