Head to the Kappa Beta Theta house

The cool night air feels different against Eliza's skin as you cross campus, more sensitive and alive. The sorority house looms ahead—a large Victorian-style building with Greek letters prominently displayed above the entrance. Light spills from nearly every window, shadows of young women moving behind curtains.

You hesitate at the bottom of the porch steps, suddenly aware of how little you know about being Eliza. What if someone asks something only she would know? But the fraternity pledge task beckons—you'll never get a better opportunity than this.

Taking a deep breath with lungs smaller than your own, you climb the steps and open the door without knocking. Immediately, the scent of vanilla candles and perfume engulfs you. Music plays from somewhere deeper in the house, punctuated by laughter and chatter.

"Eliza! Finally!" A tall blonde in yoga pants and a crop top rushes toward you, clipboard in hand. "I've been texting you for an hour!"

"Sorry, Madison," you say, the name recalled from the text messages. "I was helping someone at the library."

Madison rolls her eyes but smiles. "Always the good Samaritan. Come on, we need to finish the room assignments before everyone arrives for the sleepover. Becca's about to have an aneurysm."

She leads you through the house—a maze of common areas and hallways adorned with photographs of smiling young women in matching t-shirts. You try to memorize the layout, noting doors that might lead to bedrooms where underwear could be obtained.

In the main common room, several girls arrange pillows and blankets in a circle while others hang fairy lights across the ceiling. A petite redhead in glasses—presumably Becca—directs operations with military precision.

"The prodigal assistant returns!" Becca announces when she spots you. "I need the master room list and the new initiate packages like, yesterday."

You freeze momentarily before noticing Madison pointing toward Eliza's backpack. "You have them, right?"

Rummaging through the bag, your fingers touch a folder labeled "KBT Room Assignments" and a small key attached to a butterfly keychain.

"Got them," you say, handing over the folder while pocketing the key. Your mind races with possibilities—this must be the master key Madison mentioned in her texts.

"Perfect," Becca says, flipping through pages. "Oh, and can you run upstairs and make sure the welcome baskets are in the right rooms? The ones with the custom underwear for the new pledges?"

Your heart races. Custom underwear—exactly what your fraternity brothers would love to get their hands on. "No problem," you reply, trying to mimic Eliza's voice patterns. "Which rooms?"

"The east wing, rooms 201 through 208," Becca says without looking up. "Each basket should have the pledge's name on it."

As you turn to leave, a statuesque brunette in short sleep shorts and a tank top that leaves little to the imagination enters the room. "Hey, Liz! Ready for tonight? It's going to be epic." She pulls you into a hug, her warm body pressing against Eliza's. The sensation sends an unexpected thrill through you.

"Uh, yeah, can't wait," you manage, breathing in her coconut-scented shampoo.

"I'm still bunking with you, right?" she asks, her hand lingering on Eliza's arm. "Last sleepover before midterms?"

Before you can respond, Madison calls from across the room: "Eliza, hurry up with those baskets! Girls will be arriving in twenty minutes!"