Into the Dining Room

Inside, Hunter meandered through the house checking in on other fraternity brothers. At this point in the party everyone who was going to be there had shown up. Everyone had a drink at this point and was feeling loose. While in conversation with some friends the music was turned down. Turning to the DJ, they saw one of the sorority sisters take the mic.

"Everyone, if you will please come to the dining room, we the Beta Sigmas have an announcement." The girl with a pixie haircut handed the mic back to the DJ and gestured for everyone to follow her.

The dining room was in the middle of the house. Chandeliers dangled above them, glittering in the stage lights that surrounded the room. Tables had been pushed out of the room for the party tonight, but all of the chairs remained and were now oriented to the elevated platform at the end of the room. A podium was set on the middle of the stage with two large speakers on either end. This room could easily sit over 150 sorority sisters for their breakfast socials. Still though for this party the crowd was too large for everyone to fit inside the dining room comfortably. Luckily Hunter was able to find space on one of the walls near the podium to listen to what the Beta Sigmas had to say. He scanned the room as they waited and recognized several of the women he had chatted with so far tonight.

Once everyone had settled in three women came out onto the stage.

The first walking on stage was short. Very short. She couldn't be taller than 5'6 with high heels on. She walked with a purpose. Each step strutting across the podium trying to emphasize what she has going for her. Hunter could overhear over sorority sisters murmuring. “I can’t believe she’s in charge of the treasury,” one scoffed. “She’s such a money grubbing nagger, that's all she ever talks about.” Their disdain for her was clearly evident. She must have stepped on a lot of toes getting to where she is today.

The second girl behind her came out to cheering as soon as the crowd saw her. With vibrant strawberry hair cascading past her shoulders, she exuded comfort under all those eyes on her—clearly second in command as vice president. What came next all but confirmed Hunter's thoughts.

The final girl was unmistakably the president; a shrill cheer erupted from all corners of the dining hall at her entrance. Shoulders back and chest out, she radiated confidence that was intoxicating. With a busty figure, polished hazel brown hair, and a warm smile, she was undoubtedly the most attractive girl at the party. And she knew it.

Once they reached the podium the applause died down. The treasure stepped to the microphone first.