Morghen, the skinny white firecracker

Morghen and Erin are from the same year, both seniors. Erin's mentioned that they're pretty close... you wonder just how close they've been before... just how close they could get...

It's also a pretty interesting duo: Erin's intensity and Morghen's laisse faire personality. One is athletic and dominant, the other is almost anorexic thin and... well... you don't know much about Morghen's personality yet.

"Morghen is sexy, for sure," you probe the subject carefully, wanting to see what direction Erin is open to taking this in. "I think, honestly, she might be the second most good-looking girl in the house... well after you, of course."

"Of course," Erin sneers cockily, pursing her lips in an arrogant expression of superiority. "But you've got good taste: Morg is amazing, and she's definitely wild, a party girl for sure. She's working the bar tonight, probably so she can avoid really socializing with the visiting fraternity. But... I don't know if you're exactly her type."

You frown, but try not to show that you're affected by Erin's words very much. You offer up a good-natured, "What do you mean by that?"

Erin smiles and walks back to her fridge, her athletic, toned ass bouncing as she moves. Grabbing another drink from inside, she moves to sit down on the exercise bench.

"Morghen has some... what would you call them?... daddy issues," Erin says, pouring herself a tall glass. "She's not all that interested in other females, but, she will be a lot of fun to party with. Her room is well furnished, if you know what I mean... She's incredibly flexible; did you know she used to be a ballerina?"

Erin sips her drink, looking at you expectantly. There are lots of ways to take this one...