Complain about lack of food

Marian hesitates for a moment. She doesn't want to leap straight to accusations, so she decides to start with a safer topic. "Well.. there doesn't seem to be any food. The, uh, Jimmy said there was an all-you-can-eat bu--" She's interrupted by a general, rather unsettling, chuckle.

"Don't worry, you'll be stuffed soon enough." He pauses for more laughter. "You'll get all you can eat, that's for certain. I do hope you like sausage..."

Marian nods. "I do, but-"

"Great! Drop 'em, boys!" Marian gasps as, in unison, every one of them unbuttons his pants, lowers them to the ground, takes one step to the left, and kicks the discarded pants to the side. She averts her gaze as quickly as she can, but she's pretty sure none of them are wearing underwear. Disgusted, she starts to rise, but the boys flanking the chair quickly push her back down, distinctly less gently than before. "Let me go! I'm leaving!"

The speaker shakes his head. "Oh, that won't do, Miss Dewey! Once accepted, an invitation to Phi Upsilon is binding..." Ignoring her futile squirming, he pulls her right wrist through a leather strap attached to the chair, then pulls the strap tight. He does the same with the left, leaving her leaning forward with her hands dangling past the end of the chair arms. He crouches to look her in the eye, and grabs her by the chin to make sure she's paying attention. "This is how Staff Appreciation works. We circle past you. When you see a staff that is particularly to your liking, just say 'that one!' The circle stops, and you show your appreciation. You can ask for any clothing you like to be removed, either to help you decide or to help you show appreciation. At the end of the night, we take you home."

His matter-of-fact tone is chilling. Marian tries to calm her racing heart before asking, as steadily as she can manage, "And what if I refuse, or scream?"

He tsks. "After three full laps with ****, you clearly appreciate all remaining staffs equally. As President, I then decide whose turn it is -- and the nature of the appreciation. Do try to make up your mind. As for the screaming -- "
"Yes?"
"First, the college wisely insists that frat houses have very good sound insulation. If we can have live bands here without any complaints, no one will hear you. Second, you demonstrably came here freely, knowing what the event was."
"I never kn--"
"THIRD, screams will be interpreted as 'I am so overcome by that staff that I MUST be silenced by it immediately!' We would LOVE it if you scream..."

He regards Marian's reaction for a moment; as expected, she has her lips clamped tight, unwilling to make any sound that might be claimed as a scream. He's not expecting the level of panic he sees in her eyes, but he makes no effort to hide his enjoyment of this extra detail. "Right. If that's all clear... start the circle, boys!"

The circle has no pattern that Marian can discern, but it forms quickly enough that there's obviously a logic to it. There are about 50 of them, mostly white guys, but there's more variety to the size of their members than she would have guessed, even if she were inclined to think about such things. Some hang limp, while others -- well, others are living up to the name of "staff". She's overwhelmed by the horrible choices, and barely notices the line slowly moving past her until the president (erect, 8 inches, manscaped crotch, surprisingly even tan) pauses in front of her. "One lap down. You surely don't want to abandon your right to choose so quickly?" He quickly rejoins the circle.

Marian tries to concentrate, though it's not easy when she's actively avoided looking at penises her whole life. Some of the selections that stand out include:
The president.
Jerome, who is 6'5" and she assumes is a basketball player (hanging, 9 inches, thick and black)
Saul, who she'd be shocked to see here if she weren't already shocked about so many things. He's been a regular library-goer for at least two years, and even now he's wearing nerdy glasses and a goofy smile. (limp, 3 inches, lots of curly black hairs)
Jimmy, who she notices leers at her whenever he's at a part of the circle with a view (erect, 7 inches).