Fox in the Henhouse [Lilium and Sigr]

[Sigr]

Sonya Voronin looked at the building right before her, a hint of hesitation vanishing, her face showing some tiredness and lots of disdain. Even if the complex itself was a maze of buildings surrounded by lots of fields with all kinds of uses, the construction in front of her made Sonya feel a bit uneasy. It wasn't just the old abbey that gave the Saint Mary Boarding School for Girls it's name, but what almost looked like a castle could be seen as a prison. Sonya glared at the front with derision, as if those centuries old stones were the ones guilty for her being there. Grouchy with jet lag and still somewhat dizzy by the sleeping pills she had taken to black out during the flight from the United States to England, Sonya walked into the reception like she owned the place. Most of her luggage had already been sent beforehand, and should be waiting on her room, but she still dragged a small trolley suitcase behind with her most personal stuff. That included a change of clothes and some toiletries just in case, but also a couple of intimate toys that didn't want her parents employees to notice when they bagged her stuff.

The mousy looking woman at the reception stared at Sonya like she was out of place but treated her with distance and respect all the same, probably accustomed to seeing stray girls like her acting rebellious while being sent there to be straightened up. Sonya got the paperwork done, got a couple of maps and directions about the school so she could move around together with a schedule. She didn't know who she was going to share her room with, hoping that she was some hot little thing since if there was something the school wasn't going to be able to do with Sonya was straightening her that way. Smiling amused at her own thoughts, Sonya promptly got lost in the complex, not paying much attention to the map as she wasn't in any hurries yet. The term wouldn't start in a couple of days, so she could take her time and enjoy the views, even if she wasn't particularly interested in the architecture. Mostly uniformed school girls moved around the place with a purpose, although some were still casually dressed as they were newcomers as well, while others wore athletic clothes in their way to the multiple sporting facilities around.

The expressions on their faces were a sight to see, some of them scared, others curious, haughty or indifferent, Sonya could even swear that a couple stared interested. Her emerald eyes scanned them from behind the sunglasses all the same, not as much as potential friends, but as prey. It was her rebel streak what took Sonya to that place, so if she was to endure it she sure could find some cute school girl to have fun with, or perhaps two, not only to sweeten the deal of her being there, but also as a distant middle finger to her controlling parents. "Fuck" her voice echoed along an empty corridor, almost like it was some kind of empty monastery, although it seemed to have offices all around, and not cells. In her self absorbed amusement Sonya had ended completely lost, and there wasn't anyone around to ask for directions.

 

[Lilium]

Elizabeth Von Haussen, mostly known as Elizabeth or simply Liza, by those who were close enough to dare calling her like that, was the student council president of the Saint Mary Boarding School for Girls Elizabeth herself was attending to. Truth be told, she had been stubborn at first and tried everything she could to avoid being selected as the president of the student council. But, after a whole year having that occupation, Elizabeth had finally grown used to it. And now she was quite comfortable with it. The only problem was that the young woman had become cold, had chosen to become distant from the rest of her classmates so that her duties would become easier. Or so she thought.

Hated by the most rebellious groups, admired by the rest of students and even loved by her right hand at the student council (even if she was unaware of it), Elizabeth tried her best to enforce the school rules whenever she could. She also acted as a link between teachers and students sometimes, and always tried her best to protect those who couldn't do it themselves. She had been born in Germany, was the daughter of a rich family who used to be of the noble nature back in the day and had had a rather strict education througout her whole life. Both in self defense and all kinds of knowledge. Thus, she normally used it to try and protect the weaker from those so called bullies.

As a person who had been bullied during her childhood, she couldn't help but relate to those who were forced to go through similar circumstances. That was one of the main reasons why she had decided to remain in the student council: To try and prevent others from having similar circumstances to the ones she had been forced to deal with when she was younger. Whereas that part was still present, she seemed to have lost her main objective, on the other hand. Often focusing maybe a bit too much on school rules, so much so most students had started to deeply hate her. Elizabeth didn't seem to notice or, if she did, she didn't seem to care too much about it. One way or another, she was now colder than ever and more reserved than, probably, anyone else in the whole school. Always trying to endure everything on her own rather than having to rely on others.

That day was a special day, on the other hand. A new student would be starting that very same morning. From what she had been told, said student would be somewhat problematic. But that was what she was there for, on the other hand. Elizabeth just hoped she'd be able to talk things out calmly with her rather than having to use force. But that rarely happened these days. All of the sudden, the young woman bumped against someone. She backed off and stepped back a bit, massaging her forehead as that was the area where the main hit had been received. “My apologies.” She quickly said in a soft tone, realizing she had been to focused on her thoughts to even pay attention to her surroundings. Although when she finally lifted her gaze, she saw a beautiful face she had never seen before. “Who...Might you be? I think I haven't seen you around before.” A deep gasp escaped through her lips shortly afterwards, once she noticed something. “Might this be your first day?” She had to be the new student she had heard so many things about.

 

[Sigr]

"Hey! Watch out!" Sonya yelled, as she had just stumbled with some other girl. It could have been her fault, as she was absentmindedly looking around for any clue that would guide her around, but it wasn't like she was going to admit it or even think about it. The girl in question looked like a stuck up blonde girl that had just stepped out of church, her yammering a distraction that wouldn't let Sonya stare at her good features, as much as she seemed to hide them. The preppy outfit did nothing for a promising body, while her pulled back hair would probably look better loose. Well, if it was about freedom, maybe Sonya could help that doll cutting her strings, so her green eyes showed a predatory glint as she removed and pocketed her sunglasses.

"Of course you haven't seen me around, or you'd remember" she said with a playful smile, closing the gap between them, leaving her luggage behind. "And I'd remember you as well, maybe, if you didn't dress like a nun..." she added, the tips of the fingers of Sonya's right hand playing with the hem of the girl's cardigan. Maybe if she played her cards right she could start the school term cracking open her own delicious can of blonde beer, how would that stilted girlie sound when Sonya dragged her into pleasures she couldn't even fathom? How loud would she moan? Did she had a secret potty mouth?

"I just arrived here" Sonya pointed back with a thumb to her luggage a couple of steps behind. "I was looking for my room and got... distracted" she amused herself with her tone, smiling self pleased. Maybe if she took one or two steps more she would be able to take a whiff from that girl, she sure looked like she would smell like apple pie or freshly baked cookies. Sonya tried to imagine her with a cheerleader outfit but she didn't seem to fit the bill, maybe debate club? She sure seemed to have the self-assured disposition, even if she had just stumbled upon her.

"I'm Sonya Voronin" she finally introduced herself, saying her name as if it meant something. Sure, in the States her father's surname could scare one or two people, evoking the figure of a well connected man that could govern many fates, but unless blondie here was in some sort of scholarship, every girl here had rich and important parentage.

 

[Lilium]

Elizabeth frowned faintly, but didn't say anything. Regardless of whether it had been her fault or not, the other female's words had sounded slightly improper. But, if she retorted and acted like a mother, which she wasn't despite everything, she'd be lowered to Sonya's level, thus acting in an equally impolite way. And Elizabeth wouldn't do that, no matter what. “My apologies.” She repeated, huffing faintly and waiting for the young woman to respond to the rest of her questions...If she felt like it. It was already quite obvious she'd pose her some sort of trouble sooner or later, whether she was new or simply a student she didn't recall seeing before.

However, Sonya's next words were a bit too offensive for Elizabeth already. Not because she was blatantly insulting her outfit, which she happened to dislike as well, on the other hand. But because that meant going against the school rules in some way, since that outfit was the perfect example of how students at that prestigious school should dress. And it was obvious the other female wasn't following the same directions. Starting with her sunglasses. Who wore such thing inside a building? “I'm sorry, but this is exactly how every single student should dress themselves, as per the school rules. Which I see you have either forgotten to read or misunderstood. Maybe they weren't delivered to you before your first day?” She decided to remain as patient, polite and kind as she could. After all, if the girl was truly new, she should allow herself to be a bit more lenient with her...Shouldn't she?

After that, she listened to the girl's next words, glancing at her luggage quietly resting a few steps away from her. Surely, she fitted the profile of all the students of that school before they were forced to behave by the strict discipline the teachers used. Elizabeth herself was one of the few exceptions. She had been sent there by her family as to prevent her from taking the wrong path. But not because she needed it at the moment. It was merely one of the habits of the school. Not to mention both of her parents had been students there and her mother was good friends with the Headmistress. A fact Elizabeth liked to keep secret from everyone else, as to prevent any further problems.

All that name caused as a reaction from Elizabeth was her arching her brow faintly. Coming from a German, noble family herself, with quite a few connections in many different countries as well, it wasn't all that surprising. Although, due to her German upbringing, she didn't recognize Sonya's last name as easily as anyone else would. “I'm pleased to meet you then, Ms. Voronin. My name is Elizabeth Von Haussen. But you may call me simply Elizabeth, if you feel comfortable that way. That's how most people address to me, anyways.” She briefly explained, forcing a faint smile. “May I help you finding your room then, given you seem to be lost?”

 

[Sigr]

The closer she got, the prettier that serious blonde looked, and not even the numerous frowns in front of Sonya's attitude or dress code diminished her beauty. How would she look without all that she was wearing? Was she the kind to wear a white satin camisole or maybe she had a hidden kink for black lace underwear? "Oh yes please, escort me to my room" she thanked, even if there was a playfulness in her voice, pleased with her own innuendo. "This place is bigger than I expected, and I did got lost" she admitted, not caring much about it but honestly admiring the place. That she was a rebel didn't keep her from admiring the architecture, she was a bad student due to disciplinary issues, but not dim nor stupid.

Dragging her luggage behind, she kept pace with Elizabeth, even if a couple of times she dragged behind her eyes wandered fleetingly to her backside. "I wouldn't bet on seeing myself dressed as that though" she commented. "It may suit you, although I insist that you'd look better with your hair down" Sonya shrugged. "But it certainly doesn't suit me" she said, almost laughing at the idea. "So yeah, there is still so much I don't know about the place..." she sighed. "Could you guide me through what I need to know? I'm sure I can make it worth your time" she said, casually brushing her shoulder. "Come on Liz, don't look at me like that, I saw that light in your eyes. If the rooms are private I'm sure I could spice up your school life..." Sonya offered, wanting to see how far she could take her.

"I couldn't smuggle even a little Stoli bottle though" Sonya sighed, realizing the look on Elizabeth's face. "Stolichnaya" she insisted. "Vodka, girl!" Sonya finally explained. "So no big welcome party for me, but I'm sure that something can be arranged down the line" she said, wanting to show how she could add some excitement to Elizabeth's life while being so self absorbed that she didn't notice that she was confessing her sinful plans to the worst person possible besides the school staff. "Come on! Don't look at me like that! What do you girls do for fun here?" she asked, seeing that Elizabeth may have looked a bit mad with her.