How to make friends and influence people [open]

Mirja grinned as Chifuyu groped Mirja's ass, being more akin to buttock-shaped rocks than anything actually flesh related. The girl didn't struggle or squeal in surprise, which meant she was expecting it, and that only brought another layer of interest into the fray. She was going to get exhausted by Mirja, covered in her own sweat and panting like she had just done a twenty mile run by the time Mirja was finished. She then mentioned her father wouldn't be happy about her daughter getting raped, and Mirja cracked a smile before actually hearing what she had said. Gettingraped.

Mirja didn't hear the rest of what she had said, or see Chifuyu there. She was trapped in a mindscape of horror, this situation being one she had suffered a while ago. She thought the girl had wanted it, had done all that teasing because she wanted Mirja to play, but it was not the case. She considered it bad. Her irises shrunk to pinpricks and Mirja lept off the girl as if she had suddenly become electrocuted, and looked down with a face of a person who had just seen their girlfriend dissolve into a horde of spiders. She shook her head repeatedly, as if trying to deny the accusation, and the hallucinations that came with it.

"I...we...there's..." She stuttered, before walking through the door. Entirely forgetting to open the thing before hand, she simply walked through it as if it was made of something less than tissue paper. If Chifuyu cared to follow her, the deep snow on the ground would make tracking easy enough to lead her out back were all the training gear was. But Mirja wasn't training, she was huddled in a corner, curled up in a ball, gibbering softly to herself.