"Authentic European-style makeover."

“I can’t believe we won free tickets to a highly exclusive personal makeover session!”

“Right. After the frat boys pranked us with those fake free tickets to that massage, which turned out to just be an excuse for that pervert Chad to spank and grope us, we needed a break.”

The five sorority girls obligingly hang up their robes, and sit down in the five European-style makeover chairs, placing their feet in the stirrups. Chadwene, their makeover artist, pats her curly red hair to make sure it’s still in place and says “I heard there’s a pervert going around pretending to be European.”

“Yes! Isn’t it awful?”

“As a European myself, I hate that kind of thing. It gives us a bad name.” Chadwene takes her tweezers, shaving cream and safety razor out of her makeover kit, and says “Shall we begin?”

“Um… begin what?”

“The authentic European-style makeover, silly!”

“Well, we never did find out what the fashions are actually like in Europe these days, I suppose it’s our opportunity to learn.”

The girls shudder their way through their makeup session. Chadwene crouches between each lady’s legs, painfully plucking out individual pubic hairs she doesn’t like the look of, before daubing them with cream and shaving all of their pussies bald. She then dyes all their remaining hair hot pink, using a fast-acting dye that she explains is just an experiment and will wash out in an hour or two. Then, she blindfolds them, explains that the last stage was a surprise and spends some time decorating their bare bodies with paint.

She paints each of the girls’ clean-shaved pussies hot pink, and has them all stand up. She whispers in Tiffany’s ear that she’s going to play an embarrassing little prank on all of Tiffany’s friends, and Tiffany has to play along. Then she ties Tiffany’s hands behind her back, and binds her ankles together. She does the same thing to the other four girls, while each one stands there smugly, thinking about how embarrassed all her friends are going to be. Finally, she wedges a headband with floppy pink bunny ears onto each girl’s head.

She takes off her wig. Then, acting quickly, she takes off the five girls’ blindfolds.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see your faces… wait, where’s Chadwene?” Tiffany turns her head, and sees Chad, standing there in a bathrobe. The five girls squeal in horror and take off at a hop, fleeing towards the only open door. Since they’re in the same room as last time, this once more leads them out into a very public street in downtown Waxford.

“Smile, girls!”