You can't afford to pay, so you ask Doki to pay for your meal instead. Doki's smirk broadens all the more as she hands off another fifty dollar bill. You are granted entry into the buffet while Doki grabs two large trays; one for each of you. She begins to fill both with an assortment of breakfast foods while you watch on.
Suddenly she picks up a large breakfast sausage, and holds it pointed toward you as she talks. It's as big as a hotdog. “So, new kid, a few things you should know about this school.” She then pops the whole thing into her mouth, and swallows it whole in a single gulp. You can see the lump go down her throat while she licks the grease off her fingers. “Mnf, in this school,” she pauses to smack her lips loudly before continuing, “it's eat or be eaten.” She stifles a light belch into her palm. “I'll be honest; most freshmen doesn't last through the first month. Hell,” she almost laughs, “about half of you will get picked off by the end of just this week.” She pats a hand against her soft midriff. “Let's just say this sexy muffin top isn't from pancakes... so unless you want to end up like your peers, I suggest we find out what your limits are.”
Doki points across the room to an exit at the far side. “Find us an empty seat. There's a little student lounge off the side of the cafe that's a little more secluded. I will meet you in a minute.” Doki continues to fill up the two trays. “Don't try wandering off unless you have a death wish.”
You consider the implications of what she might be up to, and react according to your thoughts.
