Before Boris could answer, there was a sharp rap on the dorm room door. He and Jonny quickly threw on their wigs and long nightgowns and gave each other the thumbs up that they could safely pass for their female alter egos “Jonna” and “Boreen’” The pug opened the door to find Chloé, the bespectacled brunette who had bonded with Jonna, shivering at the door wrapped in only a small bath towel.
“With all the murders going on in the dormitory,” she said, “I didn’t want to sleep alone tonight. Is it alright if I sleep with Jonna? But I forgot to bring my nightie from the murder room, so I’ll have to cuddle up to you in the nude. Is that okay?”
Boris shot Jonny a concerned look. This would be crossing a serious ethical line, but by refusing her they might lose her hard-earned trust. But before the pug could say anything, his partner was already in bed, raising a corner of the blanket that beckoned the scantily clad beauty to join her confidante.
“Hop in,” said Jonna with a puzzling wolf-like grin.