*You bid Helene farewell, and as you leave her office the headmistress wishes you luck with your endeavor, arching her finely crafted eyebrow knowingly, almost as curious as you are at the reception you'll find.* *You stroll though the entry foyer, hearing the sounds of girls chatter, laughter, and cutlery from the hallway to the dining hall your right, and to your left recorded music spills out from one of the practice rooms.* *Here and there young women shuffle to fro individually and in small cliques. Gradually the news spreads of a stranger in their midst, and soon after that rumor and innuendo spread, too.* *You take in the scene, and decide where to go next...*