Renya Sutton was hard at work, studying for her midterm exams. She had to ace her modern Dolcett history elective, or her scholarship might be at risk.

She’d gotten super lucky, her Meatgirl ID had gotten called up on her first week at university, but because she had a scholarship at Dolcett University, she’d gotten an exemption from processing. If it had been a week earlier, she’d already be decorating the inside of someone’s toilet bowl.

Renya sighed as she went over the lines about the food crises that precipitated the initial Dolcett proposals in congress for the third time that night. Her dumpy roommate, Kesha, was already tucked away in her bunk bed for the night. Renya didn’t like bunking with her. She was a snide, argumentative bitch, who always had to be right, even though she was always wrong about everything.

Renya wondered if it was about time to hit the hay herself. It was getting late. It was almost curfew time at the dorms. She didn’t want to get in trouble with the dorm manager again. That woman scared her.

There was a rapping at Renya’s doorframe that roused Kesha.
“What the fuck… who’s knocking at this hour?” she complained, before raising herself up and looking at the door. “Oh’ it's one of your freak friends Renya..” she bitched, before crashing back down into her pillow.


“Hey baby girl, you studying hard like a nerd, still?” asked a familiar voice, that Renya recognised as her bestie Shannon.

“Yeah just getting in some history books… What are you doing over here so late? Aren’t you worried about breaking curfew?” Renya replied.

“Nah girl, I’m gonna be breaking curfew tonight” she teased sultry, taking a swig of the beer in her hand.”

Renya’s brain stopped functioning properly. Shannon’s response didn’t make any sense at all. Was she suicidal or something?

“Are you crazy, you know they’ll expel you for breaking curfew right? Do you really want to end up getting processed as meat?” Renya exclaimed loudly, eliciting a semi-snore from her green haired roommate.

“Oh, honey, we won’t get caught… and you’re coming with us.” Shannon said, as if she knew some secret she wasn’t sharing.

“Why would I do something insane like that? You can gl get yourself converted into girlmeat, I’ll be tucking in for the night,” retorted Renya as she readjusted her glasses. She wanted no part in Shannon’s madness.

“Oh sweet summer child,” Shannon condescended playfully. “You know how Hana’s new boyfriend Tatsumi is the drummer in a band right?”

Renya looked at the Japanese exchange university student and her dark skinned hafu boyfriend, kissing in the hall behind Shannon.

“That tanned okinawan she’s banging? Yeah, she won’t shut up about his thick cock, she’s been making me jealous. I don’t have the time for dates with my study schedule.”

“Well, what she neglected to tell us was which band he plays for.”

Renya’s genius brain ran through all the options that might make ignoring a curfew appaling, before landing on the only one that made any sense to her.

“Omigod, No way you’re not telling me he’s THE Tatsumi Hori of Death Abyss?

“The one and the same Renya babe… and he’s just gifted us all VIP tickets to tonight's show. Backstage passes, and we’re all invited to party privately with his bandmates after the
performance.

Death Abyss was Renya’s favourite death metal band of all time. She’d tried to get tickets to this concert, but they'd all sold out like ten minutes after they were released.

“No way, you’re fucking with me, right?”

“I’m as serious as a stomach wound babe… are you coming or what? Shannon asked “we gotta get moving before the dorm manager makes her ‘lights out’ rounds.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime… There was no chance Renya would skip out on something like this. The juice was worth the squeeze.

“Just gimme a minute” Renya leapt to her cupboard, peeling her hoodie and miniskirt off and exchanging it for her best black goth dress.
She puckered her lips and smacked blueblack lipstick over them, quickly did her eyeshadow, and mascara, and ran hair colour fudge through her bangs. Renya looked at the results happily, then whirled around to strike a pose for Shannon’s approval.

“How do I look?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Phenominal as usual Renya, I don’t know how you do it? It takes me ages to get ready, and you look twice as good with something you’ve just thrown on. Is there anything you aren’t perect at?”

“Oh, shut up Shannon” she laughed.

Kesha rolled over in bed blearily. ”Renya, shuut uupp! I’ve got training early tomorrow… I need to sleep.”

“Oh, ‘Can it’, you dumb, fat, virgin. You wouldn’t know a good time if it spit you up the asshole.” Renya spat back at her troublesome roommate.

“Are you ready for the best night ever? Baby girl?” Shannon said, stoked for the main event.

“Am I ever!” Replied Renya enthusiastically.